Looking at the map we should climb some elevation, go over a pass and
then traverse over to Åmotdalshytta. Hard to say how far it is
exactly, distances are impossible for us to judge without trees and our map is not too detailed.
Shannamar Dewey makes an early snow crossing soon after leaving the hut.
Looking back at another group on the same trail.
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Where are the trail markers? I've been
surprised by this question while hiking in California with European
friends. Trail markers? What are those? At best our trails only have signs at
intersections. There is no need for actual signs; cut logs, ruts and a general
track are clear markers of the path. Here in Norway we come to understand
trail markers. Above tree line and under massive amounts of snow during
the winter, there is no true track. Rocks shift every year, so all the
trails are marked with a big red T, generally you can see two in
advance or one at a minimum. We adjust to looking for the next T
instead of trying to "read the trail".
Shannamar Dewey and the trail markers.
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So far it's a gentle climb, but now it's time to down shift for climbing over the ridge.
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Steep enough to not quite require scrambling.
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Looking back down the valley you can see the granite cliff near Reinheim.
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It's surprisingly calm on the crest. Then we step to the other side of
the ridge and are buffeted by thirty mile an hour winds. It's suddenly
very cold. Anyone for a swim?
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We're surprised to be forced off the ridge through a steep snowfield. Thankfully
someone else has put in good tracks and it's not frozen today.
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So nice and warm up here! We didn't bring gloves, but did find one on the trail and put an extra sock to good use.
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A rare moment of sunshine as we traverse to Åmotdalshytta.
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Every time the sun pops out for thirty seconds I'm inspired to do the same with my camera.
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Sun and snow, it constantly changes between the two.
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The trekking has been pretty safe so far, but we're not too keen on
this creek crossing. The path uses a natural snow bridge where all you
can do is keep fingers crossed that it won't break.
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The meadows look nice but are really alpine swamps.
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So much water!
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Fantastic trail markers on this side where the snow can be very deep.
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It takes longer than expected to see Åmotdalshytta, but once in view we take a moment to enjoy the view.
Originally Åmotdalshytta was just this small stone cabin, but it has since been expanded.
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Communal living works well in the huts, we all take turns getting water from the lake. It doesn't even need to be filtered.
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We've
arrived in the early afternoon and enjoy meeting a variety of people
staying at the hut. On family has three young girls who are enamored
with Shannamar. They practice their English and show her a sketch book,
explaining the images as Shannamar flips through. Then suddenly all
three girls are silent for a moment before they start giggling. It
takes some prying, but eventually they explain that the drawing is of
the infamous "super-fart" which there is a word in Norwegian for.
Norwegian for the win.
The super fart!
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A more contemplative moment.
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Unlike Reinheim, Åmotdalshytta
has no staff. Everything is on the honor system, and it's great to see
everyone pitch in to keep it in tip top shape. New friends tell us
about the traditional Norwegian trekking meal; reindeer meatballs and
mashed potatoes, so we try that for our dinner. It's a rich meat with
gravy, very fitting for the cold weather. We stoke the fire keeping the
common room warm and head to bed for an early nights sleep, knowing
tomorrow will be our longest day.
On to Snøheim