This skiing trip was pretty hard already before it had begun. Let me start with the last photo ...
... my son is playing with the garbage bin at Kobberhaugshytta, but except for that this is also a picture of our pulk, a sled specially designed for being pulled by a skier. While it is designed to carry a child, the primary purpose of this device was to pull or luggage.
This sled is not designed for being carried up and down stairs, being transported by metro, for crossing car roads or any of that sort. Still, our journey pretty much began like that - we needed to put it into the car (even that was quite heavy), drive it to the metro, carry it down to the platform, in and out of the metro (changing one line on the go), and finally at Frognerseteren we had to carry it a relatively long distance before we could start pulling it.
I was a bit concerned of the weight already before we started packing. My wife asked if we should bring any red wine, and I said ... "let's check the weight of the pulk first". My wife asked if we should bring any beer, and I said "no". Still we ended up with two big steel thermoses with hot water, one big bottle of some Swedish "påskmust" for the children (I ended up drinking most of it, the children didn't like it), 0.7l of beer, one glass bottle of red wine, one small glass bottle of port, one big bottle of water, and one litre of juice.
We got quite much delayed all from the start, and I had to run very hard from the parking where we'd end our skiing trip on the third day to the metro. Our plan was to start 11:00, we managed to get going around 13:30. I was a bit stressed, because we had paid for a three-course dinner at 18:00.
It was dense with skiers at Frognerseteren, and apparently quite many that had never been skiing before - I've never seen so many people falling in the flat terrain as I did that day.
The trip was hardest for me. In addition to pulling the heavy pulk up all the uphills, the downhills were also challenging. I would have to take the son with me down the hill, park him and the pulk, get back up to the top of the hill and help my daughter down.
The last 200 metres was the hardest - heavy uphill. My son couldn't understand why I was stopping in the end of the hill, when I had almost made it to the destination ...
Tryvannsstua below, where we had our first break. No time to enjoy the serving there, we had our sandwiches and tea. Arbitrary people in the picture, they had some sort of fire going on.
Some arbitrary people studying the signposts.
Red signs shows skiing tracks, blue signs shows walkways.
The garbage bin at Kobberhaugshytta.
Kobberhaugshytta
We'd gone so far, and still we could see the Oslo fjord from there.
Kobberhaugshytta was like a hotel ... staffed and with dinner serving. Well, some few details ... we brought our own bedclothes (we could have paid for getting the beds ready made), we got a room with six beds, no lock on the door, and no guarantee that there wouldn't be arbitrary people sleeping on the two last beds. The dinner was very nice - all the guests was put at one table, and the conversations were flowing freely.
There were water closets, shower and a sauna in the basement, all available for the overnight guests. Between 10 and 16 the facilities were locked, too many day tourists, the only facilities available for the day tourists were some very stinky toilets without water.
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