Våknet opp i en varm hytte grunnet elektrisk varme i hytta, ingen behov for å stå opp å fyre i peisen for å holde varmen her nei. Veldig glade for å være i hytta i natt da det regnet fryktelig mye. Når vi måtte ut for å bruke toalettet var vi våte etter bare et par steg. Det ble sein start for å vente til det værste regnet var over.
Til frokost ble det masse pannekaker, NAM! Ettersom vi hadde brukt opp det smøret vi fikk fra vår hytte nabo kvelden før, ble det mange pakker med smør, da dette kun er i 10g pakker, for å få stekt alt. Totalt 20 pakker. Er det dette alle gjør som kjøper pannekaker på disse hyttene?
Pratet med en lokalkjent, en hytte vakt som kom på inspeksjon i hytta i det vi skulle gå. Han sa det kom til å bli mindre myr der vi skulle gå, da vi skulle opp på høyfjellet. For tydeligvis kvalifiserer jo 550 meters topper, jeg ville kalt myr etter en liten bakke, for høyfjell her i Trøndelag. Det er tydelig at Trøndere liker alt av topper de har, alt av små topper og plasser her i Trøndelag er stemplet med hvor mange meter over havet de er. Ikke sett så mye av det tidligere som vi har i dette mere flate landskapet.
Det er tydelig at det har regnet mye da elvene renner over veien samt elvene på stien er høye. Møtte en stakkars turgåer som hadde prøvd å sove i telt i natt. Han hadde ikke hatt en fin natt grunnet alt regnet. Han var en positiv sjel som nå hadde gått i 6 uker og var halveis i sin tur. Vi måtte flere steder ta av skoene og vade over elva. På et sted nektet Liz å vade og brukte heller litt tid på å bygge sin egen bro over elva. Kreativt.
Inne på fjellet fant vi innimellom myr og eng en stor stein med et eget navn. Vi skjønte ikke hvorfor den hadde fått et eget navn, skilt og var merket med høydemeter over havet. Hva var så spesielt? Ikke var det utsikten og ikke var det toppen… Skjønte dette etter en hel dags masj, og dette var den eneste steinen vi hadde sett, da er det jo klart at den må få et navn 🤣 Her er det jo bare myr og sump.
Det var en kald og regnfull dag, men også opphold støtt og stadig, så alt i alt en god dag. Til vår store overraskelse traff vi på en flott hytte med stoler og bord, hvor vi kunne nyte en god lunsj under tak. Rett etter dette var det plutselig lagt klopper (planker å gå på over myra) i ca en kilometer. Vi skjønner ikke hvorfor da alle andre steder hadde like mye myr, men satte virkelig pris på en liten pause fra myra. Litt senere satte vi opp teltet, med myr på alle kanter.
English translation: Woke up in a warm cabin due to electric heating in the cabin, no need to get up to light the fire to keep warm here. Very happy to be in the cabin last night when it rained terribly. When we had to go out to use the toilet, we were wet after just a few steps. We got a late start, waiting until the worst of the rain was over.
For breakfast there were lots of pancakes, YUM! As we had used up the butter we got from our cabin next door the night before, there were many packets of butter, as this is only in 10g packets, to get everything fried. A total of 20 packages. Is this what everyone who buys pancakes at these huts does?
Chatted with a local acquaintance, a cabin guard who came to inspect the cabin when we were about to leave. He said there was going to be less marsh where we were going, when we were going up on the high mountain. Because clearly 550 meter peaks, I would call a bog after a small hill, qualify as high mountains here in Trøndelag. It is clear that the people of Trøndelag like all the peaks they have, all the small peaks and places here in Trøndelag are stamped with how many meters above sea level they are. Didn’t see as much of it in the past as we have in this flatter landscape.
It is clear that it has rained a lot as the rivers flow over the road and the rivers on the path are high. Met a poor hiker who had tried to sleep in a tent last night. He hadn’t had a good night because of all the rain. He was a positive soul who had now walked for 6 weeks and was halfway through his trip. In several places we had to take off our shoes and wade across the river. At one point, Liz refused to wade and instead spent some time building her own bridge over the river. Creatively.
On the mountain, we found a large rock with a name of its own, between marshes and meadows. We did not understand why it had been given its own name, sign and was marked with altitude meters above sea level. What was so special? It wasn’t the view and it wasn’t the top… Even though this was after a whole day’s work, and this was the only rock we had seen, then it’s clear that it has to get a name. Here it’s just bog and swamp.
It was a cold and rainy day, but also steady, so all in all a good day. To our great surprise, we came across a great cabin with chairs and a table, where we could enjoy a good lunch under cover. Immediately after this, clops (planks to walk on over the marsh) were suddenly laid for about a kilometre. We don’t understand why as everywhere else had the same amount of bog, but really appreciated a little break from the bog. A little later we set up the tent, with bog on all sides.
Thanks Carol 👍👍👍
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