We left our cozy cabin in Maurvangen at 11.00h on day 3, happy to have made it through Besseggen the previous day, since the morning was overcast and cold. We headed North towards Lom on road 51. We drove past 3 lakes, Øvre Sjodalsvatnet, Nedre Sjodalsvatet and Lemonsjøen (easier written than pronounced!). At the cross of 51 with road 15, we took the turn towards Lom, along Vågåvatnet. We drove into Lom and stopped for a visit in Lom’s downtown, Fossbergom, where we visited our first stave church.
Stave-church
Lomskyrkja (Lom Stave Church) dates back to the 12th c, and despite the fact that it was relocated and re-built, it still keeps most of its original features, like its medieval crests with dragon heads. It was built with wood, presenting with the traditional embedded posts structure. We found it surprisingly small -coming from a large building, old-Empire-type of culture; but well tended and in pristine condition. The tar on wood look (and smell) was also a first; it gives the building a gloomy appearance. The church is surrounded by a small cemetery where one thing kind of jumps at you: Norwegian women have definitely enjoyed a longer longevity than their men. Despite a few early-life casualties, one need not a lot of math in order to see a seemingly emerging pattern: Norwegian widows can outlast their espouses for as long as 20 years, even going back to the late 19th c.
After the short stroll on the church’s grounds, we got back into the car and took road 55, towards Gaupne. After driving for 20 km we saw the road indicating Raubergstulen, where our base camp was.
The drive itself was a gentle experience; you go through undulating roads which progressively climb up a hill -it gets into a sharp climb right after the crossroads towards Raubergstulen. That was where we were glad to have a decent car with a more than decent engine. A Volvo isn’t quite the standard rental you’d get in our country of origin; but then again, weather conditions rarely make equipment so vital in terms of “getting there” in one piece. Not as in Norway, at least.
Raubergstulen cabin camp sits on top of a hill, overlooking a valley. It is only after getting out of the car that you realise a few things. Among them, that the drive with the twists and turns was worth it. Another happy realisation is that there are very few cabins, not too close to each other, fantastically equipped despite their outward stark, simple and dark look. The almost black exterior gives way to a warm, cozy and highly functional interior, with plenty of space and well-maintained.
The staff at the reception deserve a note. Despite lacking effusiveness, they are courteous and show empathy towards the internetless traveller -a “just need internet connection for 5 minutes” was met with a smile and access to a private laptop straightaway. No fuss. Wouldn’t you love such a people!












