Stormolinga to Sjobakken (Roros)
Yesterday evening, when I did some more dolce far niente, I felt extremely happy. Happy to be on the trail, having everything I need in my backpack. Living day by day, living the simple life. All the trouble and daily bull shit far away.
Well, this morning looks a bit different. I pack my soaked tent, my hands freezing. It's drizzling when I leave for my short hiking day. The cold is going all the way into my bones and I would kill to be in a sauna at this very moment. Obviously that ain't gonna happen, out here in the middle of nowhere. Step by step I get closer to Glåmos, a little town with a church, a supermarket, a school and train station - and that's where I am aiming for. Not to take a train (which, considering the weather would be tempting) but I gamble that there would be a heated waiting room. And indeed there is one. It's nearly as warm as a sauna. Not bad at all. After I feel reasonably comfortable, I head out again. Destination Roros or close to it. Only 12 kilometers to go. I take it slowly, make a detour up a small hill. Many cars are parked up there in front of what looks like, because of a big cross hanging on the wall, a church. I sit on the lee side, having something to ear while looking down at Roros. Shortly afterwards, I'm approached by an older man, offering me to come inside for coffee and cake followed by a service. While I can't really be bothered with religion, I agree anyway. I've got plenty of time, it's something different and unexpected and it's inside, meaning it's warm.
The chat with the guy and some other people sitting on the table is lovely. It's a wonderful company to have cake and coffee with. I learn the building used to be a surveillance station for the NATO before it was turned into a church.
Then comes the Lutheran service. I don't understand a word but the atmosphere seems relaxed. The view outside is spectacular. Only 6 people are attending and after 30 minutes it's already over. So quick. I wish the service was so short and easy going as this one when I was a kid.
I make my way down towards Roros, looking for a place to camp right in front of town. Easy. Plenty of suitable, dry spots. People passing by more or less ignore me. Probably I'm not the first one tenting here.
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Fredy Koster (Monday, 02 August 2021 20:56)
Very very great experiences for the Swiss National Day.