The plane landed at 23.00 in Bodø and I was going to Beiarn again. Finally. But, instead of driving around for a hotel in the midnight sun, I took the world's most beautiful drive over the Saltstraumen bridge and into the mountains.
I had no idea where to sleep, and I came all the way to Beiarn before I found what I was looking for. One meter from the water, where the ice had started to melt, I set up my latest test-tent and went to sleep.
After a long night sleep, I made some coffee and packed up my things - and went down the valley. Feels good to be alive and driving for the Beiarn River.
