In the morning, I checked in and out for the last night, as I arrived late yesterday and nobody was there.

Before leaving, it was time for another chaintenance. The drive-train already sounded too loud for the last two stages, but everything looked good and I quickly cleaned and oiled it after removing the chainglider.

In Forshaga, I did my daily grocery shopping and sent a small package home containing around 1-2 kg of stuff I didn’t need and didn’t want to carry around any more, e.g. the old handlebar grips and some cloth for hot weather.

A perfect place for lunch.

The first half of the day consisted of 60 annoyingly straight kilometres, along a mostly flat bike road.

After having passed Hagfors, the route continued on a rather big road (following the signposted Sverigeleden). Driving there was fine, as most car drivers keep a safe distance, most.

The last reachable camp site on the way to Falun was 3 km off route, but there was no alternative. I wanted to keep this one a smaller stage, to recover a bit from yesterday, but be able to reach Falun by tomorrow. To get to the camp site, I had to drive on one of Sweden’s main routes, which means a bit high traffic for biking. These routes  are partially high ways, but not there.

When I left one exit early, I found this wild camp.

The official camp site was better, but an odd place. It seemed like I was the only traveller there. All others seemed to be eastern European guest workers. I tried to speak with one of them, but we had no common language. However, it was the cheapest camp site so far, the showers worked, and I slept well. Here are some pictures from the next morning.

When I woke up around 08:30 nearly all of them including their cars were gone.