A few hiking steps in Norwegian history.


Flykningsveien

It is over 70 years since refugees and couriers were playing cat and mouse with the German soldiers during the World War II. There were some Norwegians who refused to accept the defeat or were willing to risk there own life to help others. Sweden became host country for around 60 000 Norwegians. Some were jews or students, others were wanted by the Germans. People were using the whole borderline too cross over to Sweden. Most people crossed over to Sweden from Øsfold and Akershus county through the spruce forest.

One of the refugee routs known as Timian route, runs from Skullerud in Oslo and Eastward through Enebakk and Eidskog and then into Sweden, a total of 120 km. This route is now an Historic walking route. You could probably divide it in to stages, if you would like to walk the whole route.

My younger brother, Daniel and I, drove passed this route and headed a bit further South, driving alongside Rødenessjøen. When we finally came to the dirt road leading in to our night camp, we didn't get as far as we planned. A red barrier attacked by rust was blocking the road and you needed a key to open it. I guess no cars were allowed from this point. A little disappointing, since it was open last time I was here. With dogs drooling and panting in the back of the car making it all sloppy, after the long drive. I knew we needed a camp near water. A new look at the map didn't lift my tired spirit anymore than it already was. All the roads had a road barrier. We headed back to the main road and back North were we came from, we were taking a chance on an other road a little North from the road we were on, hoping the barrier would be open. With a little luck, it was open, so we headed along the dirt road, all the way to a little lake called "Nordre Bergtjern". A little open cabin could be located near the water, so we used the little parking space we could find. I brought my hiking hammock and was more than glad to jump in my sleeping bag and go to sleep. But first, set up camp and feed the dogs!

Daniel had brought his own Jerven Fjellduk, a multipurpose bivy bag. He had seen a video on how to make a hammock out of it, and he was more than eager to try. After a good snack, the dogs were dying to give Daniel a sloppy good night kiss. Especially after he looked so settle in, in is new hammock.

It felt like I was in an sauna when I woke up. That's how it is when you only have one sleeping bag and it's meant for freezing winter. It didn't really help with the annoying bugs, buzzing in my ear. I guess that's the natures wake up call along with the sun piking through the trees, as it was on it's way up. I could hear the wagging tails, tamping on the forrest floor as they could hear me waking up, eager to get started on the day. But first, we needed to check if Daniel was still alive, in his homemade hammock

As we were eating breakfast we decided to take a compass course through the woods and back to our original hiking trail. We had a map of Trøkstad Kommune and it showed us two areas where people used to cross over to Sweden under World War II. We had chosen the area South on the map, a hiking trail that goes in a circle.

I'm a big fan of hiking trails, life is so much easier with them. After being spoiled through the winter with all the equipment in a sled, I was the one who had to carry them now. With a backpack that rooms about 90 liters on my back, I should've

considered keeping in shape through the winter too. Then the beginning of summer season wouldn't be so ruff. With heavy load on the back and the uncertain forrest ground covered with moss and bushes. You could never really know if there was a rock or a hole under it, that would put you out of balance. This type of hiking is really heavy on your legs and you think you have been walking further, than you really have.

Daniel asked if he could be the map reader. He wanted to practice his map reading skills he learned from the military. It has been a long time since I have practice mine too, but I didn't mind. Besides if he's not sure, we could always check the map together.

Going of trail, you never know what you will meet. Other than what is shown on the map. I think we were lost for about a second or maybe it was an hour or two? I guess none of us would admit it though.

It was a hot summer weather, the sun was peaking through the clouds making my sweat boil on my skin. I had chosen shorts because I thought it would make my hike more chilled. What I did not think about was the bushes on the forrest ground. I think they had it in for me. Here I am, stomping around like an elephant. Their beautiful leafs they spread out in the summer, so it can catch the sunlight.

Disturbing their meditation and whispering talk in the wind. I made them naked by crushing them. And from being beautiful, they became angry whip's, slashing and ripping the skin of my legs. But I didn't really notice that before decided to take a short water break on top of a hill. We needed to find out where we are, so we could get back on our original trail.

Daniel is getting coordinates from his phone to find out where we are on the map. I guess in some way it is nice with a phone and all the apps, but we should keep in mind. You don't always have service everywhere you go hiking.

When we found out where we were, it didn't take long before we finally hit the trail.

I was so glad, I could kiss the ground. But I didn't! Sometimes you just need to behave properly when you are on a hike with someone who has been in the military. Not only has Daniel been in the military and keeps up with his training afterwards. He is tall and has long legs too. How do you keep up with his pace.

I could have run and even than, I would barely be on his heels.

Even though we disagreed on which way to take from time to time. It was nice being on a trip with my younger brother, Daniel. I can't really remember last time I went on a hike with him. The military might have tightened him up a bit on the behavior part, but my brother whom has always liked to joke around, is still there.

When I from time to time caught up with Daniel, he had found a sign with some information about the people in the area or the place where we were standing. It gives the place more soul, when you get to know history about it. It won't just be another hiking trip through the forrest.

On the way, we managed to miss the trail we were supposed to continue on. We ended up at the beginning of the trail. I kind a liked that, because there was a big sign with information about the couriers who had helped the refugees under World War II. Most of the time the couriers drove to Oslo to pick up the refugees and drove them to this area before they had to travel the rest of the way by foot. Sometimes they were picked up by boat at Rødenessjøen. When the Germans had caught the sent of an courier they became refugees and had to flee the country too. One of them actually got caught. He was put in prison and tortured. But they never stopped. As soon as one of the couriers had to leave, an other took their place.

Four couriers helped refugees to Sweden in this area, under the time of war. They had taken different trails through the forrest. It was like their backyard.

Today you can find a little round trip tour on the map. You can experience how it almost is, walking in their footsteps. The only difference is, you know you are safe from being caught by the Germans.