Here are some photos from February 2017 when I was training in Kemijärvi and Pyhä-Luosto. As you can see, it's truly a paradise for winter fatbiking!
Friday, December 8, 2017
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Trans Finlandia - English version
Translation by Lasse Räsänen.
My cycling career started in a more serious fashion in 1997 as I joined a local cycling club called Pyörä-68. I had been primarily inspired by watching pro cycling on Eurosport since 1993, when the Tour de France was dominated by the legendary Miguel Indurain. In addition to him, Tony Rominger impressed me thoroughly. True gentlemen, the both of them. After a couple of years of systematic training I was far from happy about my results, and realized I just simply did not have enough strength and speed. My life started to change in the 2000's but I didn't stop cycling. Instead I started to go for longer distances and mountain biking, where I got into 24h solo racing.
My cycling career started in a more serious fashion in 1997 as I joined a local cycling club called Pyörä-68. I had been primarily inspired by watching pro cycling on Eurosport since 1993, when the Tour de France was dominated by the legendary Miguel Indurain. In addition to him, Tony Rominger impressed me thoroughly. True gentlemen, the both of them. After a couple of years of systematic training I was far from happy about my results, and realized I just simply did not have enough strength and speed. My life started to change in the 2000's but I didn't stop cycling. Instead I started to go for longer distances and mountain biking, where I got into 24h solo racing.
Fast
forward to the 2010's, I got interested by bikepacking and winter
cycling as fatbikes became available. Winter races seemed to suit me
quite well, as I came close to winning the Rovaniemi 150 in 2014. The
next year I became the first Finn to take part in the Iditarod Trail
Invitational in Alaska on the 350 mile course. The ITI has remained
the peak of my career so far.
On
that same year, 2015, I also took part in the Levi24 race, where I
fought my way through to finish second, despite having a slight flue.
However my mind was searching for a new challenge for the following
summer. At the same time the idea of returning to road cycling
emerged. The 24 hour race concept is great, but after experiencing it
on several occasions I saw no reason to do the same on a road bike,
which ruled out, for instance, a race called Ratareisi. 24 hours on a
road bike would be so easy it couldn't really surprise or move me
that much. In general, after the ITI all Finnish races seemed a tad
too easy, apart from the Mammuttimarssi (Mammoth march) which is
nowadays called Synkkä syysunelma (a grim autumn dream).
My
initial plan for summer 2016 was a 1000 km ride from Turku to Levi,
with a support car. Figuring out the logistics and resources turned
out to be too laboursome, and the ride would have been too much about
just getting it done. During the 2010's my riding has been much more
about adventure. And so I gravitated towards a plan of a bikepacking
ride through the entire country of Finland, completely unsupported.
The self-evident starting point would be the Statue of freedom at the
southernmost point of Hanko, and my finish line would be the
Finnish-Norwegian border at Nuorgam. Depeding on the roads chosen I
would ride between 1440 and 1500 km. I got my inspiration for this
trip by the numerous brevets, randonneur and audax events and the
ultra distance road races that have been born out of these shorter
races, such as the Transcontinental Race in Europe and the Trans Am
Bike Race in the United states. Trans Finlandia had been in my mind,
in one form or another, for quite long.
I
set myself a somewhat ambitious goal: I wanted to ride Trans
Finlandia in 4 – 5 days and nights. As months passed by, this
started to look like a tough task, as I had only gathered 3200
kilometers before setting off. In addition the past year had been
grim: Mike Hall, a true legend of this genre of cycling, had been
killed in March while riding the Indian Pacific Wheel Race, struck by
a car. Bad news piled up as Eric Fishbein was also killed by a
motorist in the Trans Am Bike Race. News about what was going on in
Finnish traffic was not inspiring, either. It was clear this would be
the most dangerous ride thus far.
One
problem with a long ride is that a couple of Euros won't take you all
the way. I, however, wanted to keep costs down as next winter's ITI
is my main goal. I wouldn't have to pay for accommodation, as I would
quite naturally sleep out every night with a bug net, sleeping pad,
sleeping bag and pillow. If it rained during the night, I would try
to find a basic form of shelter such as a barn, bus stop or
something. But traveling back home would inevitably cost something. A
bus ticket from Nuorgam to Rovaniemi alone would cost 95.50€. I got
lucky by finding a cost-saving night train ticket for the rest of the
way as it cost just 43,10€. I would be able to get affordable
nutrition and hydration from local shops, ABC fuel stations etc.
Towards
the end of my summer vacation I rode a couple of longer rides. I was
starting to feel hesitant about the project as these rides were not
entirely confidence-inspiring and the weather forecasts didn't look
too great, either. But dreams don't come true by surfing the web.
Trans Finlandia would make for great training and test my metal in
terms of the ITI challenge ahead. About half of the way through the
ride I would also be able to visit a place where I spent some time in
my childhood, during both summer and winter time. Martinniemi in
Haukiputaa was where my grandparents used to live and I wanted to
visit their old place for the first time in years. The opportunity to
do something like this are really rare. I would be riding in memoriam
of Mike, and in addition Finland is celebrating 100 years of
indepenence. With this background I thought ”now or never”, ”come
hell or high water”. My physical performance was not on the level I
wanted but I would be riding with the theme ”weak body, strong
mind”. I knew my head would not fail me, but could my body take it?
I
chose to ride on my old road bike, a Ridley Excalibur from 2006, with
a 1998 Campagnolo Record group apart from the cranks, Capagnolo's
Khamsin wheels from 2006 and a Profile Design T2+ Aluminium extra handle bar. I swapped the original 53 tooth chainring to a 50 tooth
Stronglight. As I was planning on making some sort of a ”record”
on this trip, I chose lightweight, minimalistic gear. A Porcelain
Rocket seat bag and Revelate Designs Gas Tank as well as a Jerrycan
and one Mountain Feedbag would be strapped to the bike. A small framebag made by Deuter and 0.7 and 0.95 liter (Elite Maxicorsa) bottles and
a pump would fill the frame triangle. I would be using a Lumicycle
Explorer light with the smaller battery, and a Planet Bike Superflash
at the rear. I chose to ride with 25 mm Continental GP4000S II tires.
I
used a Garmin eTrex 30x for navigation and recording the route.
The
bags were just big enough to house all the gear:
Gear list:
- Marmot Wave 0 50F/0C sleeping bag
- Thermarest NeoAir XTherm sleeping pad
- Exped Air Pillow (large)
- 2 kpl Rex Buffs
- 45NRTH Swiftwick Merino socks
- Marmot Wave 0 50F/0C sleeping bag
- Thermarest NeoAir XTherm sleeping pad
- Exped Air Pillow (large)
-
Sea To Summit Mosquito Net, single treaded 1 person
-
Endura
MTR shell jacket
-
Long sleeve jersey- 2 kpl Rex Buffs
- 45NRTH Swiftwick Merino socks
-
Riding gloves
-
Spare tube
-
Leatherman Blast multitool
-
4 AA batteries
-
Small toothbrush and toothpaste
-
Samsung Galaxy S4 phone
-
GP PowerBank 10400mAh power bank
-
Charger and cable
-
Sport bars, gels and sport drink powder
-
Candy in the Mountain Feedbag
-Revelate
Designs mini wallet for a credit card (carried in my jersey pocket)
I
would be riding with a Merino wool Kona Base Layer shirt with a
windproof long sleeve Assos jersey, Assos bibs, Nalini knee warmers,
Woolsense socks and Endura MTR Glove II cycling gloves. My shoe of
choice is the fi'zi:k R5.
I
used www.ridewithgps.com
and www.kurakartta.net for
routing. The latter enabled me to avoid gravel and mud roads.
I
had originally planned on leaving Hanko on Monday June 26th,
at about noon, but ended up starting Sunday June 25th in
the afternoon, to get a safety margin to the bus ride from Nuorgam as
long rides always give you some surprises that tend to slow you down.
Leaving on Sunday would give me a bit of wiggle room for the bus
leaving at 4:40 AM on Saturday July 1st.
I
was expecting to meet some Mid-summer day traffic but thought it
would probably get a bit easier towards the evening.
The
sun was shining in Hanko:
I
got a dream start from Hanko, as I had a great tail wind all the way
to Tammisaari. I was averaging around 35 km/h. The road was nice, as
the road shoulder was wide and there wasn't that much traffic. From
Tammisaari to Salo the wind was blowing quite hard from the side with
plenty of gusts. On this road the road shoulder was much narrower and
there was plenty of traffic. Riding here was a bit challenging at
times. In addition the road has some considerable hills.
I
had my first short snack break in Salo, and paid a visit to the local
shop. I carried on towards Somero, with the wind once again behind me
and the riding was great. I felt better and better, especially as I
would be passing the Torronsuo nature reserve where I had raced the
2015 Mammuttimarssi:
My
next break took place in Forssa and I replenished my snacks from the
local ABC station.
There
was surprisingly much traffic between Forssa and Humppila but I
didn't really have trouble riding.
Closing
in on Tampere the road surface was very wet. Evidently there had been
some heavy rain here but luckily it had already passed. The evening
was beautiful.
Reaching
Tampere I started to feel hungry and I though about getting something
to eat at a 24h ABC. Tampere is a pretty curly place to navigate
through, but with the help of Google Maps and a bit of effort I found
the Lahdesjärvi ABC which was closest to my route. I had been making
great progress, as the average speed upon reaching Tampere was close
to 30 km/h.
After
a pizza I carried on through down town Tampere at 2 AM.
Having
passed the center of the city I headed towards Ylojärvi and road 65
with the intent of finding somewhere to sleep. This is where I met
the first little surprise, as the road had long stretches of moose
fence making it impossible to deviate from the road. I was getting a
bit tired, but finally I reached the crossroads of the Sorvajärventie
road. I had ridden 282 kilometers so far. The terrain was wet as the
rain front had relieved its load with fury. I found a nice spot in
the forest to sleep in.
By
this time it was a bit past 3 AM. I slept intermittently and it
didn't take long for the morning traffic on road 65 to start. At one
point during the night there was a slight bit of rain.
After
a bad ”night” I got up and packed my bike at around 7.30 AM.
My
next task was to find coffee, as my machine just won't start properly
before a proper cup of coffee. Just 10 kilometers in the day I found
Keidas 65 (Oasis 65) that had luckily opened its doors just a bit
before the official time of 9 AM.
After
a cup of coffee and something to eat I kept riding on, but the going
was somewhat painful. A big day followed by bad sleeping was easy
enough to feel in my legs and I wasn't that alert either. While I was
going through a bit of a struggle, motorists were starting to show
signs of aggression in their driving style. Cars kept passing me very
close, and aggressive passing was commonplace even among the cars
coming my way. I had to stay as sharp as I could, as the road
shoulder was minimalistic.
Weather
forecasts had showed some heavy rain in Pohjanmaa for monday. As the
day went on, these forecasts were beginning to show true.
The
heaviest rain hit me near Virrat, and by the time I had passed
Herraskylä on road 66, it was just pouring down. Motorists were
acting like they had no brains. Speeding and crazy passing manouvres
were common and ample truck traffic added its own risks. With such
intense rain visibility was poor and I took shelter by the side of a
barn next to the road. As the rain passed, I kept riding on, still
paying close attention to driving very cleanly on the virtually
non-existent road shoulder. The white lines at the road's edge were
serrated so I wasn't able to ride on them. Despite my careful riding
most motorists didn't seem to care about my safety. Other than the
traffic, this was a nice route with undulating hills and nice
scenery.
Finally
I arrived at Alavus:
The
local ABC station had a Hesburger restaurant so I had a burger, a
doughnut and some coffee. The rain started again, this time with
thunder and lightning, so this break couldn't have been timed more
perfectly.
After
Alavus I had to stay on road 66 for a short stretch more, but things
changed for the better as I was able to turn to road 711, heading
towards Vimpeli. The road was smaller with much lighter traffic. The
road went through impressive forest and marsh areas.
Riding
was now quite a lot more enjoyable than during the agony of the
morning, noon and afternoon. Vimpeli:
A
small snack break in Vimpeli was followed by a visit to the local
grocery store. I spent a bit of time on my phone, figuring out
potential places to spend the night. I was planning on riding until
midnight.
I
carried on towards Kaustinen. A beautiful sunset was followed by more
rain. Thankfully this was just a short shower but it was still enough
to get my clothes somewhat wet. As the rain gathered momentum, I
donned my Endura MTR jacket which was proving to be a fantastic piece
of gear. My legs and feet were, however, sprayed with water.
The
sunset and rain made a magnificent rainbow!
I
was feeling really good and felt like I could have kept on riding far
into the night. There was a great feeling of peace in Kaustinen and I
found a very nice place to stay the night in Mosala Caravan by the
Perhojoki river:
Today's
ride: 241 km. Total distance from Hanko: 523 km.
It
was about 40 minutes past midnight as I updated the situation on
social media and went to bed.
I
slept well and didn't get up until just before 8 AM. I was happy,
after such a difficult start. I enjoyed my morning coffee at an
R-kioski. But soon I felt a bit of regret for the late start as it
started to rain again. Weather radar images were not promising,
meaning I would spend some time riding through the rain. I didn't
really have time for taking rain breaks.
The
rain seen on weather radar reached me. I rode the first 40 km of the
day in rain, but I was feeling quite fine. The roads were wet for
much longer, but by the time I was getting close to Ylivieska they
dried up. A touch of luck: just as I got in the Ylivieska ABC
station, the skies opened again. A bit of snacks and a bit of
shopping. During these short snack breaks I usually bought a banana,
sport bars, a Coke (that I drank right away) and a Gatorade bottle
that I placed in my jersey's rear pocket. From this on, I started to
drink blueberry and rosehip soup from the bottle on the bike.
The
rain stopped and at some point the roads dried up again. I faced the
next surprise. From Kaustinen onwards, my left Achilles tendon had
become sore and it had kept on getting worse. After Oulainen the pain
was so serious that mental tricks were not enough to ignore it. Since
I was not even half way through the trip, I decided that on the next
break in Vihanti I would pay a visit to a pharmacy in addition to
getting my routine snacks.
Vihanti's
pharmacy proved to be a good one. I told the staff what I was doing
and that I doubted that the tendon might be getting inflamed. The
pharmacist naturally suggested rest but that was equally naturally
out of the question. We decided to try if Voltaren Forte pain gel
would help.
Riding
became grinding as the wind had turned and was now hitting me from
the side and a bit from the front. My motivation levels were,
however, extremely high and I was feeling determined as I wanted to
reach the magical village of Martinniemi before nightfall. I had a
pizza in Liminka and to my pleasant surprise it was of a generous
size in the local ABC:
After
eating I paid a visit to the larger ABC in Liminka, thereafter
heading towards Oulu.
A
bit before Oulu the GPS route came to an abrupt end in my Garmin. It
should have taken me all the way to Haukipudas but it didn't. I
started to look at the route on my cell phone and wasn't really
worried as I remembered some of the terrain from childhood. The town
of Kempele showed some great cycling infrastructure:
Riding
through Oulu was enjoyable, as the route went along the river,
passing town hall and the library.
My
Achilles tendon was not feeling much better but I only had 25 km left
to Martinniemi.
I
purposefully took the same road to Martinniemi my parents had always
taken when we came here all those years ago. During the last 30 or 35
years, however, the scenery had changed quite a bit.
But
finally I was on that old familiar yard!
My
grandfather was a carpenter and he taught carpentry at school. Here
he built this functional style house largely by himself. This was the
place where my first big adventures had started from. As a child this
place felt like another world:
It
was 11 PM. It was clear I would sleep on the yard, as no-one lives in
the house anymore. Before setting up my overnight gear I rode a small
tour through Martinniemi to Villenniemi.
Villenniemi
was about 3 kilometers away. There the scenery had, quite naturally,
changed dramatically as well. Martinniemi has an interesting history
as a sawmill operated by Rauma-Repola was active to the end of the
1980's and the sawmill had a long history of its own. The mill even
had its own railroad track leading to it, but now parts of this track
have been taken away to make room for housing.
The
Villenniemi harbour has been completely transformed from the 1980's.
The
sea views and islands, however, were naturally just like they had
been. NOSTALGY! I had come here often with my grandfather to go
fishing.
I
was feeling emotional. The sawmills powerplant chimney is still
there.
I
rode back to ”the magic garden” and stayed for the night. Todays
distance: 251 km. Total distance from Hanko: 774 km, meaning I was a
bit more than half way through. One thing had not changed over the
decades: mosquitos were abundant, although the cool and windy weather
made it a bit easier. I went to sleep a bit after midnight.
I
slept reasonably well. I got up at around six. As I was packing up,
the neighbour, easily recognizable but 30 years older, came to check
what's going on. It didn't take long for him to remember me. We
chatted about the past for a while.
I
rode back to the Haukiputaa road number 847 which luckily had an ABC
station that opens its doors at 6 AM. Coffee? Check. Energy? Check. I
wasn't able to find by phone charger and the one at the station
didn't work either. Luckily I had a bit of juice left both in the
phone and in the power bank. I checked the weather forecast. The wind
would be straight in my face and... yup, more rain on the way. The
rain area reached from the South-East all the way to the town of Ii
and it looked like I might have to ride in rain all the way to Kemi.
I stretched my breakfast a little longer in the hopes the rain would
move further during that time. At the petrol station the weather was
dry so before
long, a bit after 9 AM, I carried on my journey.
Riding
was laborous, pushing against the head wind and my Achilles tendon
was pretty sore again. The pain gel hadn't done the trick. Reaching
Ii, it started to rain. I paid a visit to a massive general store
called Kärkkäinen to buy a phone charger only to find later on that
I had placed my original charger in my jersey's pocket by mistake.
After Ii the rain got heavier and temperatures dropped. Riding
started to feel like a battle for survival. The situation didn't look
good at all. As I reached Merihelmi I decided to have a break, eating
sandwiches and drinking hot chocolate in the warmth of the
restaurant. Once more, I checked the eather data and ate a grilled
sausage as the staff started barbequing. The cafeteria had a great
view out to the sea.
At
some point the rain started to ease off and I got back on the bike. I
was feeling somewhat better than before the break, but my Achilles
tendon was more sore than ever. Kuivaniemi (or Dry Cape, which it
really wasn't) was near by so I paid another visit to a pharmacy. I
bought a small pack of Ibuprofen and took a double dose right off
the bat. I also reapplied a generous amount of pain gel, as the rain
might have reduced its potential.
The ibuprofen started to have a bit of an effect, cutting the worst
edge off the pain but riding was not efficient and I wasn't able to
ride off the seat properly. My next break took place in Kemi where I
went to the local supermarket. I ate, drank and refilled my snacks.
The
weather became much better and I aimed my bike towards Rovaniemi, a
city that's familiar for me from the past, with lots of nice
memories. The road from Kemi to Rovaniemi was also familiar as I had
driven through here in a car two years earlier.
The
E75 is a wide road in good condition, complete with a wide shoulder,
and the motorists were acting much better than the ones on road 66.
About 40 km before Roveniemi a truck driver impressed me for the
first time on this trip: I heard it coming but it was clearly slowing
down. A couple of cars were coming the other way, and the trucker
slowed down even more. After the coast was clear, the trucker passed
me in a very smooth fashion, with plenty of safety distance. I, of
course, waved a thank you to the driver for such great action.
With
paracetamol and pain gel my Achilles tendon had been relieved of some
of the pain, but this stretch of riding was brutal and raw. It was
clear that I would ride to Rovaniemi and then make an assesment of
the situation. The mental tricks I was using worked quite well: if I
was 40 km from Rovaniemi, that would mean I'm really close, as 40 km
is the distance of my daily bike commutes. I concentrated on the
things that were ok, on the lighter side of things, despite the
riding being so brutal. The bike was working great, the weather was
nice... I also reminded myself that I've been in much tighter
situations. I thought that having a tough time on a bike is just
light cruising, when compared to the things people go through in
ultra-distance running races. I was on my summer vacation, living my
dream, far away from everyday routine. I wanted to be in this very
moment, perhaps suffering a bit, but it was all rewarding and the
greatest prize would await in Nuorgam.
Upon
reaching Rovaniemi I was physically a bit shattered, but the rest of
the way would be easy cruising.
I
intended to find another ABC station, but the one at Rovaniemi was
just a cold petrol station so I headed down town.
First
I had to, of course, pay a visit to the Kemijoki river:
It
was nearly 11:30 PM. I was hungry in a big way so I ate the largest
burger meal Scan Burger had to offer. After this there would have
been no sense in finding a suitable spot for wild camping, so I rode
directly to Ounaskoski Cmaping. The evening was gorgeous!
At
Ounaskoski Camping I had to pay for a tent spot, although I didn't
really have a tent. A member of staff helped me find a place for my
bug net but all of the trees were tall pines, making it difficult to
hang the net. Looking around I spotted a children's playground and it
looked like the slide there would form a fantastic shelter. The staff
member told me it was fine by him. Perfect!
That
day's distance was just 218 km. The day had been a tough one, but my
total distance was 990 km and unless something disastrous happened, I
would be able to reach Nuorgam within my schedule.
I
had a pretty good night of sleep, and started my morning routine
early enough. It was only a matter of finding my morning coffee
again. A bit of riding on the E75 and I bumped into a Citymarket and
an R-kioski with fresh coffee but nothing proper to eat. The staff
told me the days deliveries were not in yet. So my timing was a bit
bad, and I still felt somewhat shattered. My other Achilles tendon
had started to show signs of pain as well. I loaded both sides with
an ample coating of pain gel and took another double dose of pain
killers, and left the shoe straps quite loose.
Starting
the day was all about slowish grinding but as the hours passed things
got better. It was still really raw going, but my next longer pause
would be at Sodankylä. Once again I made my mind work with its full
force, focusing on the lighter side of things. The weather was good,
the bike was ticking like a clock etc. Between Rovaniemi and
Sonankylä I had a couple of short breaks, first at a small shop for
some better breakfast and later on a cafe. It was on this stage that
I came across the first bike tourist on the entire trip.
The
crossroads to Pyhä-Luosto. A familiar, great place from last winter!
As
I reached Sodankylä I immediately headed for the pharmacy as I was
running low on pain killers. I had enough pain gel left. I wanted to
eat something other than pizza or hamburgers so I went to a small
restaurant called Päivin Kammari. I ordered salmon soup and hooked
up my phone charger and power bank for charging.
As
I was eating, a rain front rolled in. It wasn't massive but at times
the rain was quite intense and it kept raining for at least an hour.
I stretched my stay as I didn't see sense in going for another bath
on my bike now that my clothes were dry. The clock was ticking
mercilessy, however, and my thoughts revolved around the following
night. When the rain would stop, I would ride at least to Saariselkä
and find a spot to sleep in. On this break i was feeling great, and I
knew that the best part of the ride was ahead of me, Northern
Lappland at its best. The final night spent on the road was waiting,
and I didn't have to hold back at all any more. I applied more pain
gel and took pain killers. Before leaving I hooked up with my friend
Matti on Messenger and he listed the services that I would be able to
use on the remaining route, complete with opening hours.
Finally
the rain stopped and I got back on the bike. And I really enjoyed
riding. Finally things started to roll properly! And at the same time
the scenery turned into wilderness!
At
Peurasuvanto I met with another slow moving rain area. I stopped at a
camping ground for a while to wait the rain off. A woman was leaving
the area and asked if I needed help. I told her I'm just waiting for
the rain to pass and told what sort of a ride I was on.
The
rain area was massive enough to keep the roads wet for 30 – 40 km
of riding, making my legs and feet wet again. But I didn't let that
bother me, as the evening was beautiful and I felt great on the bike.
I
started playing music in my head, as I naturally didn't have an MP3
player with me, and I don't think you ever should. Using one would
have been extremely dangerous with the traffic I'd faced. During the
night I kept going through the ear worm By Anna Puu called ”I just
need one more night”. A catchy melody, definitely, but the lyrics
matched my situation: I just needed one more night as well.
I
arrived to Saariselkä feeling quite strong, at about 1 or 2 AM. I
headed for Hotel Riekkolinna which has 24h reception. The guy working
there was very kind and allowed me to do some basic maintenance under
their roof. I naturally bought snacks and drinks, as they had potato
chips, chocolate and Coke to offer. The man told me to take my shoes
and socks to the drying booth, which was luxury as my wet feet were
actually getting a bit cold. It was nice talking to this guy on night
duty.
I
wasn't in a hurry at Saariselkä as Ivalo and Inari weren't far away
any more and I preferred to arrive at Inari at a time when the local
gas station was open, to get breakfast and coffee. At this point I
wasn't even tired. The plan was clear for the rest of the trip: I
would ride all the way to Nuorgam without sleeping in between! As I
left Saariselkä, the weather was beautiful but a bit chilly.
Closing
in on Inari the lake views were extremely beautiful and wild. The
nature in this part of Lappland is not just pretty. It's really,
really beautiful and magnificent.
I
arrived in Inari just as the local little store opened its doors. I
got a set of the old familiar snacks and topped it off with some
jerky and beer bangers. Next I enjoyed a morning coffee and breakfast
at a Neste gas station. This was the first time sleep deprivation
started to have an effect and I dozed off sitting at the table. Back
to the bike. It was easy enough to start off again, as I just
couldn't wait to ride through the Kaldoaivi wilderness!
As expected, I spotted some reindeer on a couple of occasions:
And
finally I was close to Kaldoaivi! At this point my internal jukebox
was playing for instance the Shamen and Move Any Mountain.
In
Kaldoaivi (and on the left side the Kevo nature reserve, with the
Paistunturi wilderness further in the scene) I cought up with a
German woman on a bike tour. She seemed a bit surprised to hear I had
started from Hanko the passed Sunday and had been going non-stop from
Rovaniemi and would not stop until Nuorgam. Her next stop was
Utsjoki. I told her I would have a break there so perhaps we would
meet again.
By
the time I reached Kaldoaivi I was feeling simply euphoric and my
smile was too big for my face to handle!
As
I continued towards Utsjoki the road offered me more downhills and
riding was easy. Too easy, in fact, a sign of sleep deprivation
getting down to its old tricks. During one descent I felt so tired
that I stopped at a bush next to the stream and dozed off with the
calming sounds of the stream ringing in my ears. This was, however,
not the time to switch off so I got up again. Of the ultra distance
races I've read about and seen documentaries of, the Barkley
Marathons has of course made a huge impression. In the short
documentary film Barkley 100 Jared Campbell, to be three-time winner
of the race, is seen tying the laces of his shoes with his body
language full of determination. As I was riding, I kept repeating his
words ”Just a bit more, and then it's done”.
Arriving
in Utsjoki I stopped at Annukka's Grill and ate a hamburger and drank
a Coke. I was just about 45 km away from the Nuorgam border. Just a
touch beyond my bike commute distance, so it shouldn't be bad, right?
Matti sent me a message saying: ”enjoy it, the route follows the
river Teno”.
I
bought the last snacks of the trip from Uulan Säästö:
The
weather seemed quite nice as well...
until
the road changed direction, and so did the wind.
Riding
along the Tenojoki and in the mountain passes the wind was hard and
completely against me. For 10 km I rode at an easier pace, with the
result I started to drift off, big time.
In
addition to the strong headwind it of course started to rain as well.
On the left side of the road was a small hut where someone was
selling fishing licenses. I rode to the hut, took shelter from the
wind by its wall and closed my eyes. I didn't really fall asleep but
had a small rest. But I still had 35 km left! I couldn't allow myself
to switch off here! A dramatic finale was needed, once again. It felt
like the wind and rain were gathering momentum. I got up. Now it was
all about trying to ride towards the finish line, to the end. My only
option was to ride as fast as I could, otherwise I would fall asleep
and wake up at the bottom of a ditch. I managed to get my adrenaline
levels up and rode most of the way off the saddle, blasting away. The
route was a series of up and down hills. On occasions I reminesced
over the final scene in the movie about the bridge over the river
Kwai, where William Holden fights to his last breath, even though he
has been shot. ”Fight! Till the end!” I kept telling myself. The
last kilometers really started to feel like torture, as I never
seemed to reach the border post. But of course I would, just a couple
of more kilometers. The final stretch was all uphill, in a head wind
that by now was feeling quite infernal. Then I saw the border and the
famous rock with a plate ”The most Northern point of Finland” and
”The most Northern Point of the European Union”. It was hard to
believe! Is this really it?! Yes it is!! I was taken over by
emotions and tears were running down my eyes as I rode the last 10 –
20 meters. I slammed by bike seat with my fist and lifted my hand up.
There was no-one around.
A
bit later a couple of families arrived in two cars and they took
photos of each other at the post. The father of the last of these
families took this photo.
I
felt a bit dizzy and very fuzzy, and unreal, to be honest.
The
rain stopped and I reported in social media: ”Destination reached
and mission accomplished!”.
My
total distance was a touch under 1500 km and it had taken me 5 days
and about 3.5 hours.
I
wandered around Nuorgam for a while and bought something to eat at
the village store. I set up camp in the brush, but close enough to
the road that I would be near the bus stop. Had this trip taken much
less than 5 days and nights, I could have taken another 30 km ride to
reach the Arctic ocean shore in Norway.
I
got a couple of hours of sleep, waking up well before the bus
arrived, around 3 AM. A 67-year old female bike tourist was also
waiting for the bus. She had been making day trips in Norway. We
ended up talking about surprisingly deep matters regarding the world
and human nature.
During
the bus ride I ended up feeling like I did back in 2015 on my way
back to Anchorage from McGrath after the ITI race, with the other ITI
competitors. Instead of jet engines, this time the low and powerful
noise of a bus engine seemed to amplify the glory of heading back
home, as I was seeing the route from the other direction much faster
than I had ridden my bike. That feeling is pretty much impossible to
describe, but I can tell you it is marvellous.
There
was a third cyclist on the bus trip, a 21 or 22 year old guy called
Riku, who had started from Helsinki and taken the Eastern route for a
total of 1800 km all the way to the Arctic ocean. He had been riding
for a month. His bike and gear was naturally different from mine. Two
different approaches, but a once in a life time experience for the
both of us:
We
had a tasty pasta meal together in Rovaniemi, and it was heavenly
good:
Next
we headed to the shore of Ounasjoki. Riku was clearly a fine young
man with highly respectable values. I showed him some pictures of my
Alaskan excursion and I think they impressed him quite a bit. I told
him he'll get there if he feels like it and takes it as a personal
goal.
In
the evening I went down town to enjoy the city before the train left,
and bumped into Julian Amorrich, a man I had met in the Rovaniemi 150
races.
Rovaniemi
railway station:
On
the train I got some more cyclist company, as a very peculiar bike
tourist took the same train to Oulu. An interesting purist, who was
fun to talk with.
It
was close to midnight again, and I thought I might finally fall
asleep. It's quite uncomfortable on a train seat, but I went into a
sort of a fetal position and tried anyway. Some whacky guy sitting
behind me kept playing a pitiful excuse of a song on repeat.
Thankfully he stopped some time into the night.
I
was half-dozing until Seinäjoki and I was woken up by the noise made
by people heading home from the Provinssirock festival. I had
forgotten about the festival, and the fact it had come to an end just
as I was making my way back home. God damnit, I thought, believing
this would be an extreme trip in the true meaning of the word. A
young lady who was actually not intoxicated at all sat beside me. The
rest of the bunch were, and most of them were much older than her.
Well, all I could do was grit my teeth and suffer. Thankfully in less
than an hour the noisy bunch had fallen asleep.
FINAL
ANALYSIS:
Trans
Finlandia turned out to be a vivid adventure with a bit more
adversity than I had expected. As always, overcoming adversity feels
marvellous. My faith was, however, not really tested at any stage. I
was actually extremely determined, as this ride had been a dream of
mine for a long time. The grand 505 km finale from Rovaniemi to
Nuorgam, once again proved the fact that on a bike, testing my
limits, I am exactly the person I want to be. And although it might
seem a bit crazy, I find it very easy and natural to be in that
situation. During the trip I was naturally helped by my dear wife,
who has inspired me by showing her strength in fighting through her
health problems. I also thank everyone who cheered me on in social
media!
To
end the story, here's a bit of ”what ifs”. Had I been in better
physical shape, and with nicer weather, I believe I would have been
able to reach the finish line at least 12 to 18 hours earlier. But
this was also an adventure, not just performance. It gave another big
dose of confidence to carry on towards ITI and Nome.
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