Scenes from a roadtrip from Røros to Oldedalen - Part 3

Arrival in Oldedalen

After the crossing over Strynefjellet, the road began to drop. Slowly at first, then with more momentum — leaving the open mountain plateau behind and descending toward the western valleys.

The shift was immediate. Where the mountains above had been wide and exposed, Oldedalen closed in with steep valley walls, running water and deep greens that felt almost unreal after the muted tones of late autumn in the highlands.

Oldedalen lies at the foot of Briksdalsbreen, one of the most accessible arms of the Jostedalsbreen glacier. Here, ice and water define everything. Meltwater has carved the valley over thousands of years, feeding rivers that run full even late in the season, and waterfalls that cut straight through rock with quiet persistence.

The glacier rests above it all — slow, powerful, and indifferent to schedules. A reminder that while roads and journeys respond to timing, the landscape does not.

This was the destination. The practical reason for the drive. A new sled waiting, the final pieces of preparation falling into place.

From valley to mountain.

From mountain to glacier.

The route was complete.

Winter could come when it wanted.