From Östersund to Tärnaby

A long way on lovely roads

At the moment I leave Östersund I fall into the old habits: I spend two nights in my tent and one night  a decent meal in a hostel to have a shower and the opportunity to cook or to bake my own bread. When the weather is fine, I go about 80 to 90 miles a day, otherwise about half the distance. Most of the time, however, the weather is much better than the picture makes me believe. So I have no problems in keeping up with the necessary average of a hundred kilometers a day.
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From Östersund I choose a minor road that leads me to names as mysterious as Munkflohögen and Strömsund. The problem is, that those untared roads are covered with smaller stones, potholes and bumps. So the surface requires so much attention that I decide to return to the bigger roads as soon as possible. If your eyes are bound by the surface of the road you loose all the advantages of the minor roads: scenery and quietness. And road works are something special up here.  Tärnaby YH You may face 10 miles of torn open lanes - and nobody working on them.
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The 17th day is a rather messy one. The weather is poor and I don't find any convenient spot for camping, so I find myself in the end on the bank of a river among a lot of camping cars, most of them from Sweden.
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The next morning I reach Storuman on the E79 and turn towards Norway. Today I don't get very far. In the early morning I check into the youth hostel of Tärnaby, the hometown of Ingmar Stenmark.  border to Norway near Mo I Rana On my way I meet the first heard of reindeers, slowly passing what the americans call a highway.
I go down town Tärnaby to buy some material to bake my own bread. I don't like the swedish bread because it is sweet. And while cycling there is no better food than bread or cereals (Müsli, not what the british take that for).
The day towards Tärnaby has ruined my moral by hard head winds. And the next day is said to be 120 km long...