North Cape – Guided on black ice.
On a serpentine mountain ascent less than 25 kilometres from the North Cape, we struggle with freezing wetness on the road, which turns it into a slide. With traction control flashing nervously, we slow down and slow down… until we finally stop… and start to slide backwards onto the rock face. A few seconds of shock later, our 4.5 tonnes come to a halt. A smaller motorhome following us wants to overtake, also starts to slide – towards us – and comes to a halt just under a metre away from us. Later it turns out that it is on summer tyres. Brave – north of the Arctic Circle in early winter conditions. Our tyres are equipped with a snowflake symbol for unrestricted winter suitability, but unfortunately that doesn’t help us now. We are much more annoyed that we didn’t take snow chains with us.
Due to the failed overtaking manoeuvre of the small camper, both lanes are now blocked and the road to the North Cape is de facto closed. Luckily, my wife discovers a grit bin up the road, fortunately full! We first help the motorhome next to us to get unblocked and turn round. After this is successful and the traffic jam clears up again, we prepare lanes for our motorhome to turn round. We put carpets under the drive wheels, drain a large part of our fresh water supply, drive on carefully – and also get going.
Down in the valley, we spend the night on the forecourt of the North Cape campsite, which is already closed. The actions of the two motorhomes on the mountain have probably not gone unnoticed: We see two large snow clearing vehicles driving up and down the mountain track several times, preparing it with salt and grit.
We consider making a second attempt in the morning. But our ferry leaves in just under a week, we are around 500 kilometres north of the Arctic Circle, Helsinki is over 1500 kilometres away – and the weather forecast announces a snow front over Lapland. We therefore decide to start our return journey the next morning.
The night compensates us with our first auroras under a starry sky. We take photos until our fingers freeze and then enjoy the spectacle for a while in the warmth of our camper van.