Today we took the train to Røros, an old copper mining town up in the mountains about two and a half hours south east of Trondheim. It's a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
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| Sam and Isaac on the train |
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| One of the stations on the way to Røros |
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| Walking to downtown Røros from the train station |
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| Super cute town. The only bummer was that they allow cars on the two main streets, so it wasn't unfettered pedestrian joy. |
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| Other than the cars, the main mode of transportation in Røros is the spark, which consists of two metal skids for gliding on ice or snow, topped with a wooden seat and handle. |
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| The church |
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| Sam does his best spark impression. |
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| We found this great snow fort. |
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| We had homemade soup for lunch at the soup station. I had onion soup, Dave had skogsuppe (forest soup - with moose meat) and the kids had minestrone. Good stuff, but Isaac was a real troublemaker while we were there - kind of ruined it. |
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| Walking to the old copper mine. It is no longer in use, but the slag pile remains. We went there hoping to find some good sledding opportunities. |
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| The smeltery |
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| An old wooden snowplow |
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| In front of the slag pile |
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| Houses built right at the base of the slag. |
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| Katie was mad because she thought we weren't going to let her sled. We just wanted to make sure they picked a side of the hill that didn't drop off a cliff or end up in an icy river. |
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| The Enforcer makes sure everyone stays safe. |
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| While we were out on the slag heap, a huge cold wind blew through. We hustled down off the hill, and the kids cuddled up in this phone booth to get warm. |
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| Anybody have suggestions about how to lovingly break the strong will of a cantankerous almost-three year old? |
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| Building a snowman with Isaac |
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| Enjoying a slush in the Røros train station as we wait for the return train to Trondheim |
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| Grace and Isaac ran off some energy in the hallway. |
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| Hot chocolate and a smile |
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| Peace at last |
