Today I returned from Lapland. 1100 kilometres by car - alone. I think someone should give me the iron butt award. Doing this journey in the summertime is nothing. Today somebody had ordered the weather of my life. For the first 200 kilometres, the snowstorm had covered the ground with soft new white snow. I couldn't see the road but just the flying snowflakes in the storm wind. Sometimes there was so much snow on the road that it came over the hood and covered the windshield. That was exciting!