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The spot was beautiful with river rush and mountains on the other side. My ankle was quite sore. Next morning it was so swollen I could not get my boot on. I had been dreaming that there was a hospital at the bottom of my sleeping bag and that doctors and nurses had been working on my ankle for most of the night. Made my breakfast which was probably bacon, eggs and bread my usual fare where I could get it, tea and a pipe smoke. Packed up the scooter with a half on shoe like a clog, which was to tie up the various bags for clothes, food, sleeping bag, plastic, cooking gear, and miscellaneous what-not, on the carrying racks front and back.
I drove up the embankment. No problem with a good head of steam on. At the last second near the top, I realized that when I went over and thru the hedge, I would be immediately on the road, and if any traffic was coming on this side, I would be killed instantly. I left off the throttle and that was just enough that I didn't make it to the top, but fell over just a few feet shy. No-way I could steep-start again from there needing a running go. I had to unstrap all the bags and slide them down the hill with my ankle angry seeing red. I had to get the scooter down whatever way it took, roll it - push it, as I couldn't turn it around to ride it down ! Pack it all back up. Starting out again, I could not listen for traffic with the scooter running, so I would just have to take a chance and hope no cars were coming. I flew onto the road and thankfully it was as empty as a graveyard at midnight. So that day I got a new wind-shield in Oslo in a matter of something like an hour, very fast and was on my way again south.
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