Well the next morning it was still raining. We made some coffee, packed our camp and left. I wish I had an awning for times like that. Here we arrived in the first small town this day.
A nice hut/cabin in the middle of the forest.
Nice colors. The fall is here.
Local military truck. Notice the heating.
We now had to find somewhere to cross the river. The bridge is just for walking and really narrow vehicles. The river was surprisingly low, according to Frank. Usually it was one meter higher water.
2 tons only!!
I went first and took the hard route, Jon tried to follow me but we ended up winching him. Kjell’s wife amassed us and followed me without any problems in their 60 series cruiser on 35”.
Asbjørn had almost never tried river crossings so he wanted to play around in the river a little bit and take a different crossing higher up in the river. This was also the easier route.