Reaching the Polar Circle
The highest pass of the whole trip
The winds have vanished and I have no difficulties to get on. After days of indifference I suddenly realize what I did when I started in Bonn. I get the magic and the temptation of an enterprise like that. I pass the border to Norway and soon afterwards I look down on the ugly village of Mo I Rana, still 25 miles away, 600 meters below on the coast of the polar sea.
After 21 days and 1300 miles the bike leans against the wall of the hostel. And for the first time I realize that the target of my journey is definitely not out of reach.
So I don't rest very long. I buy some food, wash my clothes and try in vain to find a new front pack. The old one, that carried tools and the map, has broken wings, i. e. the mount has fallen apart due to the heavy load and the kicks from untared roads.
The next morning I head north along the E 6. The road was built by the german invaders in the 1940th and it is said that there is one body lying underneath each meter of the surface, most of them soldiers from Yugoslavia. A monument reminds the tourist of that disreputable period of german history.
I have to climb up towards the arctic circle at 707 m, the highest point of the whole journey. Compared to the Col de le Bonette or Col Agnel this is rediculous. But at that time, with a ratio of 42:28 teeth, it is a fierce fight. However, after 80 kilometers I have the chance to take a really spectacular photo at a spectacular monument. There are no trees any more at a level like that and the «Nordlandbahn» meets the road.
For every tourist on his way north it is an absulte must to take a photo of that monument at the Arctic Circle. In 1984 a delayed action release and a tripod were used to make what is called a «selfie» today. However, from an earlier trip by train I know that the passengers on the train try to take photos as well while passing the monument.
The road follows the high plateau for some miles. The scenery is less spectacular than the location, i. e. the fact being so far north. The descend towards the coast, however, is of great beauty. There are rocks, cascades and by and by the forest reappears. After 130 km I put up my tent in the woods, as it is too far to the coast on a day like that. The day is moist and the terrain is wet, so it is very unlikely to burn down the forest by a sheltered camp fire.