I must sleep higher from the tide line as the rising tide made my sleep restless. Fear of waking to water flowing through my tent had me waking and checking the rising tide just below my tent. It rise seven feet though the night before dropping. Ride started with a tunnel ride and then the rain began. A soaking rain as I reached the first ferry. Riding across the hills to the next ferry ended up soaked. I met some French lads touring and road with them for a while. On the second ferry past into the Arctic Circle. Spot a sign showing a lean to up a trail. Did not read how far up to the top of the hill it was. I was able to camp in it to let things dry. Yes a solid roof over me. Not sure if this is an upgrade or downgrade.
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