This summer (2014) was unusually hot, and I enjoyed the breeze on the lake Gråsjøen as I paddled from the dam to the southern end of the lake. Gråsjøen is a hydroelectric reservoir. Since the last winter gave very little snow the reservoir was far from full, and the eroded banks of the lake was not a pretty sight as I paddled along. I tried to enjoy the mountains bordering the lake. Among these, the Snota is widely known for its beauty. The view from the top is supposed to be stunning, although I have never been there myself. It took me 1 hour 45 minutes by relaxed paddling to get to the southern end of the lake, and the distance done was 11 km. Going ashore there you are in the middle of the landscape protected area called Trollheimen (home of the Trolls). The mountain lodge called Trollheimshytta is only four km from where I landed, located in the nature reserve protected area called Svartåmoen. This area is best known for the undisturbed forest of pine and its bogs. Everywhere in the forest there are dead and dried out old pine trees, taking strange shapes that in the night may trigger your fantasy and remind you of trolls and “vetter” which the local people in past times believed existed (and some still do). If you look carefully for these you will see them.
I put up my tent a little higher up in the valley side in order to get a good view of Snota. The temperature was far too high for hiking with a heavy backpack full of photo gear, so after spotting a fairly flat place for my tent and a small creek nearby, I decided to camp there. I wanted to take some photos in the early morning sun, which would give a nice sideways illumination of the mountain massive. After getting rid of my backpack I felt relieved and set the course for Trollheimshytta and hopefully a good dinner and a beer. During the crossing of Svartåmoen I noticed elk tracks around the small lakes. Elks like to migrate to these lakes during night for a bath and some tasty aquatic herbs. Cloudberries along the way gave refreshments, although the horseflies were nasty in the hot afternoon. Arriving at Trollheimshytta, a cold beer tasted fabulously and for dinner “rømmegrøt”. Much to prefer compared to my dry camping food. After relaxing for a while I headed back to the tent. After all I was getting up early to get my photos of the mountain.