Day 76 – to Storvatnet Lake, Dovrefjell-Sunndalsfjell National Park

It was a good stay with Henrik in his yellow farmhouse. He is a contractor for the hydro plant in Sundallasora and rents his land out to a local sheep farmer. The farmhouse is split into three, his mother has an apartment as well as the one he rents out. Yesterday he insisted to take me on a trip into the National Park, though the weather was windy with heavy sleet showers. His farm, and the two cabins he has in the mountains, have been in his family for more than a hundred years. Such family farms have restrictions on their sale.

There area a few, hard to find, AirBnB owners like him who are far less interested in making any money, and much prefer meeting the guests and showing them around the area. Today he had an Irish guy arriving on my departure, which he was looking forward to. I stayed a few years ago when cycling in Oregon with a similar set up, was shown around the area, invited to dinner and drinks.

Henrik’s mother, who I had chatted with a few times, called in with a cake she had baked last night.

Though snow fell steadily throughout the night, I was keen to head back up to the mountains we visited yesterday. Henrik offered his cabin.

He is a big sports fan, and has huge TVs in his own apartment, the rental, and the cabin, even though the cabin runs off-grid, on solar. He hadn’t visited the cabin for more than a year, as had been renovating the AirBnB apartment. The cabin, he said, was his next project. Basic as it was, I got the woodstove roaring, and watched the rugby there, but preferred the comfort of the van for cooking and sleeping.