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Write a review. We came up in the evening when it was dark, packed our bags and went and let us down. My first impression when I awoke to the sun that went up behind the mountain tops on the other side of the valley from the cottage we had rented was 'my god what it is beautiful here'. As a mediocre or more advanced skier, it goes without a problem through an entire system in one day. Compared to e. However, I recommend buying a '3 out of 5 day card' to secure for both changed weather conditions and partly to have time to see other than just the slopes. When I was there in March it had snowed lots 2 weeks before, followed by sun and thaw, so when we got there the powder was gone. Remains on the peaks lay a lot but hard packed snow. However, we had brilliant sun all week and found fluff between the trees. The second time I was there in July there were very changing weather conditions. We got everything from sun, 20cm fresh snow to storm and plus degrees. In July, about half of the systems were open and there was not much snow out on the mountain, so we had to settle for where the snow was. There are plenty of opportunities to get up on mountain peaks and get nice ride down. Start by taking the lift up, going down the back and skipping the plate. Then the climb begins for the top of hides. And when you are at the top, the view is fantastic. Other tours you can do is go up to the Big and Little Sheaf. Or go all the way up from Bruksvallarna on the other side! This tour requires good fitness, avalanche knowledge and habit in off-piste skiing. If you are more above, there are opportunities to tour with a guide. Of course, you should bring with you avalanche equipment and have checked avalanche forecasts before you make any peak trips outside the systems! When you are happy with today's skiing, there is nothing better than slipping into one of the waffle houses that are up on the mountain. Magic with waffle and coffee in the sun on the mountain! Superfine cabins in varying size and price range. All cottages include either a heated hot tub or a sauna. The price is at the slightly higher level, but so does everything, including cleaning. And car is almost the only sensible option to get there. Compared to taking the train to e. The advantage, however, is that many people choose to stay in Vemdalen, which is closer to it. And it is always an advantage to avoid lift queues! Another disadvantage is that there is not so much to do as it is bad weather. As previously mentioned, it blew a storm followed by a degree when we were there in July. Because quite a bit open than that, there was not so many cozy restaurants to go on and most lifts were closed. I myself should skipp to buy a ski pass next time and focus on just touring. Here is everything a skier can wish for. Amazing cross country trails and lovely slopes for all and above all a genuine feeling throughout the valley. There are amazing mountains and unspoilt nature. Snow conditions. A good ski area if you want to go skiing too but also if you are a beginner on top trips. More snow and less icy Here you can get up to the mountain and be completely alone. Well-prepared do not back so many people in the bank. Toplists » Ski resorts. More » New snow in next 3 days. Tochal Subscribe to our Newsletter Your name. Follow us. Information Contact us Advertise Privacy policy Content policy.

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This NW corner of Dalarna had a feel of remote wilderness, shrouded with vast swathes of uninhabited coniferous forest, so different from the province's southern areas. This was a region dominated by forestry with fleets of logging trucks travelling Route 70, the only communications route through this remote part of the country. Almost immediately on starting across the mire, we were greeted by old botanical friends from last year: beautiful pink globular flowers and spiky leaves of Bog Rosemary, and masses of cloudberry plants, their white flowers bedraggled by rain. The path gained height up through groves of ancient spruces, the ground covered by a lush carpet of bilberry bushes laden with their tiny pink flowers; this walk would provide a feast of bilberries for picking in September. The path emerged at a wooden shelter from where we got a first glimpse of the falls with the air filled by the sound of rushing water from the river below. At the foot of the cliff a large patch of snow remained in the dark NE facing gorge. The campsite is in an attractive setting on the banks of the fast-flowing fishing river see left , and is kept by a Dutch couple. We arrived late in pouring rain to recover from the long drive and the chill mountain air needed the heater on full despite the approach of midsummer. Early June was truly the start of summer with the midges beginning to swarm in earnest, needing our Bagon diffuser to repel them; only as evening grew cooler or the wind blew did they disappear. It was such a pity that this pleasant campsite was soured by the owners' thinly disguised mercenary attitude. Snow-mobile routes marked by red crosses familiar from Finland last year branched off, and our summer path continued ahead finally to emerge above the tree-line onto the open fell-land of the mountain's shoulder. Carefully noting this position for our later return path down into the forest, we pressed on across the flatter shoulder. It looked a formidable climb, and on the open fell the wind was much more chill. But we were cheered by the sight of patches of purple-flowered Mountain Heath which flourished on this exposed fell-land among the crowberry and dwarf birch and willow scrub ground cover. Other walkers greeted us with a cheery 'hej hej' as they passed. Across the open fell, we began the long, slow slog up the upper shoulder path see left. The gravel surface gave good footing and we made surprisingly rapid progress, with more Mountain Heath flowers to photograph providing pretext for pauses for breath. With a determined effort we hauled ourselves up onto the flatter summit ridge where a path led to the peak's craggy high point. This looked an even more challenging target with the path disappearing among a tangle of boulders above a severely exposed drop. Struggling into gortex and over-trousers, we advanced to the start of the rocks, where other walkers descending from the summit gave encouraging reports of the route ahead. Steadily upwards over the boulders in the chill rain, there ahead free of any deluding false-summits we could make out the untidy summit cairn. Dropping down to the ridge-line, we made a rapid descent of the steepest section of the shoulder and, with a glance back at the summit, were soon crossing the flatter fell-land. A short distance north, what had lower been a placidly flowing river narrowed into seething white-water rapids cascading into a rocky channel see left. This was a beautiful minor road, well-surfaced at this stage and passing through birch-fringed spruce woodland with frequent views of the river. Shortly before the village of Torbygget, a sign pointed into the forest to a meteorite crate, and a m long board-walk led to a significant sized water-logged crater among the trees created 2, years ago by the impact of space debris Photo 8 - 2, year old meteorite impact crater at Torbygget. This was impressive, but so were the bilberries, bog-bilberries and lingonberries flowering alongside the path Photo 9 - Lingonberry Vaccinium vitis-idaea in flower-bud. It was a straightforward site with rows of gravelled camping areas terraced up the hillside among birch trees see right. The very welcoming lady-owner calls round mornings to clean the homely facilities cottage and collect rent-money, and the nightly charge of kr was the best value campsite so far. A superb fell-land walk and close encounter with Siberian Jays: after a chill night in the high fells, we woke to a bright morning with gusty, cloud-scudding wind bringing alternating showers and spells of sunshine. As we started up the muddy track through birch groves, our attention was attracted by low whispering bird calls. Looking around, a pair of Siberian Jays were perched on a nearby birch tree seeming to be drawing attention to themselves. Exclusively found in the Eurasian northern taiga coniferous forests hence its name , because the bird's normal habitat rarely brings them into contact with humans, they show no fear and have even been known to beg food in remote national parks. And here were a pair of them, flitting about among the birch branches, hopping around on the ground and perching on a post before our eyes and making no attempt to avoid us as we moved closer see left. Although we had failed to see the Siberian Jay in the Urho Kekkonen National Park in Finnish Lapland last year see our log , they were immediately recognisable with their large build, long tail, stubby bill, plain buff front and distinctive ruddy-orange-brown colour of their rump and tail feathers Photo 13 - Siberian Jay - Perisoreus infaustus. We were able to stand there taking many photos of these charactersome birds as they performed in front of us see right. After that it almost seemed pointless to continue the walk; the climax had happened almost before we had started. But there was lots more of interest to come. On the wetter ground, cloudberry flowers and elegant bog rosemary were buffeted by the wind, and on the flatter fell-land above the tree line among the bilberry and crowberry ground cover we found specimens of Lapland lousewort with its tiny pale-yellow snap-dragon flowers. The Guldtur way-markings guided us reassuringly across the treeless fell-top with its distant vista of snow-streaked mountains. Stinging wind-driven rain had now started and having reached our turning point, we retraced our route back across the fell and down through the birch groves towards the car park, but there was no sign now of the Siberian Jays. What had initially seemed a drearily unpromising route had turned out a veritable walk in a paradise garden of wild flora, all with the climactic bonus of close-sighting of Siberian Jays, a most rewarding afternoon. The moment we opened a door, the chill wind brought shudders; we were feeling the latitude and height, and wearing enough clothes for winter and the heater on full, we spent the day writing and working on photo-editing. The initial part of the drive returned east along the well-surfaced Route 84 through endless coniferous forests. This broad valley, green with alpine pastures and backed by high snow-flecked mountains, passed through several settlements each with a surprising amount of local industry. There was clearly more employment here along the valley than just farming, tourism and the lucrative winter ski-trade. The forested lower slopes are segmented by ski runs, one of which was still filled with remnants of last winter's snow even in mid-June. Chair lifts snake up the side of the mountain with the ultra costly Kabinbanan reaching the m high summit. Down at ground level, the modern railway station which brings in the winter punters in their s, incongruously incorporates an ICA supermarket and the town's library and TIC. But the best was yet to come. We happily pitched immediately right by the river alarmingly close to the top of the falls, sitting mesmerised by the roar of rushing water which made conversation difficult. Later when we turned in, you could not ask for a more soporific sound. In summer the ski station had an eerily deserted and forlorn air, as we kitted up fully against the chill mountain wind. The ground was still soft and waterlogged from the recently melted winter snows the remains of which still flecked the higher fells. We expected to follow a path contouring across the shoulder of the mountain leading to the summit, and to descend by a winding path back to the ski station, but no such path was visible. Instead we had to continue up the steep zigzagging track-way under the chair-lift, a tediously monotonous and featureless route. The wind was now bitterly chill on this exposed shoulder; there was no rain yet but the overcast sky gave poor light to photograph the distant vista of lakes and fell-tops. We hoped to pick up a path leading to the summit to reward our efforts on the grinding ascent so far, but this petered out into featureless pathless fell, still very wet from snow-melts and devoid of distinguishing features. With route finding now uncertain to retrieve a return route, we returned to surer ground and descended by the same stony path see left. At least here we had the reward of finding for the first time this year another old floral favourite, Dwarf Cornel, which we had followed last year in Finland through all its stages of growth from early flower to bright red berries. Ristafallet Camping ranked among the trip's best campsites, and our stay at had been a happily memorable one. Before leaving the following morning, we walked down to photograph the waterfalls Photo 18 - Photographing Ristafallet waterfalls. The roaring sound of cascading water became deafening as we reached the rocky platform looking directly across the full width of the falls Photo 19 - Surging water and spray of Ristafallet waterfalls with the morning sunlight sparkling on the surging water and spray Photo 20 - Looking down into the surging waters of Ristafallet. The forests cleared to give a broad vista over open pastureland dotted with red-painted farmsteads. These were of the same age as the earliest of the rock-engravings at Alta seen last year in Northern Norway. A wooden viewing platform looked down across the stream to the flat rock slabs which bore the engravings. Again the theme reflected the creators' life-style with the one panel containing some 60 engraved elks and reindeer. This must have been a sacred gathering place to which the trappers returned each year to carve the ritual representations of the prey on which their livelihood depended. Interpretation of the elk-engravings' meaning is unknown but must have had some ritualistic significance in ensuring success in the hunt. The engravings had once been red painted to make them more visible to modern eyes, but this had either worn away or been purposefully removed to restore the engravings' original appearance. The setting in the deep and shady woodland valley with the stream flowing past the rock-slabs added to the mystical ambiance. The path led along a high esker-ridge where the scant remains of 4 such trapping-pits survived from around AD. These rather insignificant depressions along the steep-sided ridge were however of less interest to us than the wealth of wild flora covering the forest floor, particularly the beautifully flowering lingonberry, some still in tight pink bud, others with their white bell-shaped tiny flowers fully formed. Krokom was yet another highly rated TIC. The warden returned at pm and welcomed us with relaxed hospitality: kr all-in for a night's stay - just leave the facilities hut key on my table in the morning, I'll be gone then. The facilities were spotlessly clean, the showers luxuriously hot, and the kitchen fully equipped with comfortably furnished common room; another super little campsite and such good value. The city had been granted its charter in the late 18th century by the enterprising King Gustav III in order to keep the region's lucrative trade of the merchant farmers within Sweden's boundaries rather than losing taxation to Trondheim over in Norway. With the arrival of the railway from Sundsvall years later, the town developed fast. Signs led us eventually to another historical monument, the 11th century rune stone, now set up in the grounds of the council offices. The church is one of Sweden's most popular summer wedding venues, but in today's gloomy rain a funeral was due to take place. The museum's normal entry price was 60kr, but with nothing happening at the skansen in pouring rain and the only display of real interest being the tapestries, this was expensive. The unsmiling harpy at reception responded patronisingly - that was the price, take it or leave it; we stood dripping all over her nice clean floor and paid up. A bricklayer repairing the store had given a decorative corner piece to his daughter as a doll's blanket because she thought it pretty. A year later, another collector returned to the village in search of missing pieces of the tapestry; she made enquiries at the post office, and the old gent took her to his home where the little girl reluctantly handed over her doll's blanket in return for 2kr and promise of a new blanket for her dolly. A workman making repairs at the church produced from his overall pocket what he thought was a piece of rag he used for cleaning lamps; he had found it screwed up under the pulpit steps where a search revealed more pieces of the tapestries. The technique requires that the decorative figures are evenly spaced across the weave to prevent distortion of the finished fabric, hence the rows of figures across the tapestries. Various interpretations have been made by scholars as to the tapestries meaning. They clearly tell a story and the swarms of figures and motifs seeming to wander across the fabric from right to left consist of a curious mixture of both pagan and Christian symbols. The tapestries date from the transition period of Northern Scandinavia's conversion from Norse paganism to Christianity, and given the time and effort required to produce them, were clearly the result of powerful and wealthy sponsorship. Dating from a period of general illiteracy, their pictorial content seems to have had an educative purpose, perhaps triumphantly symbolising the struggle of the region's conversion to Christianity. Despite the gallery's dim lighting, we managed to get photos of the precious tapestries expecting at any moment the Gorgon from reception bursting in to forbid photography. Driving rain and gloomy cloud obscured the surrounding forests. Hammerdal was a surprisingly large village with some industry and a large logging and timber processing plant on the outskirts; it seemed somewhat superfluous spraying the timber stacks in this pouring rain! Just along a side lane, we found Route 45 Camping which had originally been recommended to us by Bex and Ross, the English cyclists whom we had met last year in Central Finland. The campsite is kept by a friendly ex-pat Dutchman, Niek and his wife, who had left secure jobs in Holland to buy and keep this small campsite in what was their favourite country, Northern Sweden. The site had an immediate air of acceptability to complement the recommendation and the hospitable welcome we received from Niek. With no let up in the pouring rain, we selected a flat pitch by the river and quickly settled in, and by pm were sat snugly in the warm, dry comfort of George with beers in our hand, and a warming supper of beef and lingonberry stew simmering on the cooker on such a miserably chill, wet evening. We were looking forward to taking a break tomorrow with a day in camp at the hospitable Route 45 Hammerdal Camping Photo 28 - Route 45 Camping at Hammerdal. Sweden has been spectacularly thrilling so far, but join us again shortly; the best is yet to come. Next edition to be published quite soon. Click on 2 highlighted areas of map for details of Central-Northern Sweden. Sheila and Paul Published: 13 September This week's Photo Gallery. Wild Flora of Central Sweden. Bottom of Page. Return to Index Page. Sheila and Paul. Published: 13 September Top of News Page. Finland Baltic States Poland Czech Republic Slovakia Croatia Denmark Sicily Alsace Greece Hungary Pyrenees Slovenia Home Page. 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