Winter Camping Tour (1)

If we train up to Kiruna had guessed how this year’s Winter Tour in the Kebnekaise mountains would be, we had probably guessed wrong. How could we have known that almost half the time would be plus degrees, even though it was in mid-March? And how would we come up with the idea that we are almost half the time would be stuck in the middle of a storm without being able to move us? No, it was too unlikely to even fantasize about.

The storm was part an article available here . But there are some other details of our trip might be worth following up. In my last blog post, I described some improvements to the sledge, Paris Expedition. Wheels rolling it on through the Stockholm Central Station and the restaurant we would visit before we switched to the night train to Kiruna / Narvik.And certainly did the wheels. They went quickly to screw off and on, and if it is not loaded sledge too heavy so the plastic edges stiff enough not to fold. We had tarpaulins, shovels, sleeping bags, tents and mattresses strapped in it and these gadgets are of course not very heavy.

train travel hardships

But there were other things that did not go as smoothly, and it immediately started when we got on the train in Lund. For sledge hear a horseshoe-shaped glass fiber traits with approximate dimensions of 2 x 0.6 x 0.02 meters. Thus far, quite wide but only a few centimeters thin. I was about to place it in the X2000 between a wall and a stack of large suitcases, ie a place where it was not in the way of anything while clamped in place of a lot of other baggage. An ideal location, I would say. But it did not like the zealous conductor who suddenly appeared. She insisted that such was not allowed to take with them. Had I not read SJ’s new luggage rules, they were already in the fall? She gave me the rules, but there was not but in general terms about dangerous things. And the move was dangerous, she said, pointing at the two small snap hooks that were at the bottom of the floor. And to further illustrate how dangerous move was, she pulled the glass fiber and released it so that it slammed against the wall.

Well, what could I say about it? I pointed out that I travel all previous discussions with the conductors of this object’s location and that it’s always been possible to solve. And how else would you get with his pack, for the registered luggage are no longer? The answer was to hire his sledge in Lapland. But I pointed out that it can not be hired at all places, and to top it all go so you are not always from A to A, but sometimes from A to B.

When the conductor saw the sledge lying on the floor (that I had not yet had time to place) so my shares fell even more. In a lot of growling alloted she luggage rack above the armchairs. Where could it, with its restrained sleeping bags, etc., with great doubt get placed. After discussing this, I felt completely exhausted. And then we had not even had time to Hässleholm.

To have the stuff on the sleeping car from Stockholm to northern Sweden was as usual without problems. Sledge with his pack came under bottenslafen and seemed not at all. And the staff’s used to people has more than small suitcases and a computer when they are going somewhere.

Departure from Nikkaluokta

SMHI had promised degrees after two or three days but it started when we skied away from Nikkaluokta. It was certainly slow and gradually became very laborious. We would follow the snowmobile track towards Kebnekaise just a few kilometers and then fold into the woods, in untracked terrain. But the snow in the forest was deep and rotten. We worked like animals against the hillside, we would take us up. Suddenly we ended up in front of a long ridge, at least twenty meters high and so steep that we realized that we never had enough strength to get up sledge in the almost meter-deep snow. So it was just to follow the ridge back to the snowmobile trail a long way until it finally became just a dozen meters high. We pulled in and pushed the sled uphill. Since dried we not much more without camped shortly thereafter.

If you look very closely at the map above you can (maybe) conclude that there is a ridge where the small red arrows. Now we know that you should avoid it and follow the left path, passing the ‘R’ denoting the old hunting pits. Then you end up on the ridge where it is flat. Thanks to Örnsätrarn for the conversion of the National Land Survey map!