An Outing to Roros

Main Street Roros...it has two prominent streets; one called "Big Street" and one called "Little Street"
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We got up early Thursday and took the train to Roros, a small village in the mountains close to the border of Sweden.  Legend has it that in the year 1644, the man who was at that time the only inhabitant of the area was hunting reindeer, when a deer he shot kicked up a shiny rock that turned out to be copper.  The land was turned over to a mining company which ran continually for 333 years, and during its heyday the town was inhabited by around 2,000 people who worked in various capacities to support the town's mining operations.  We took a walking tour of the town, and visited the museum and church as well.  The church is the 4th largest in Norway, and instead of being decorated with religious icons, it houses prominent portraits of the various leaders of the mining company.  In February of each year, caravans of dog sleds carrying visitors in full length fur coats come here for a winter festival celebrating Norwegian culture and cusine.  Despite temperatures averaging around 25 degrees below zero, rooms are fully booked a year in advance.

The Roros church, as seen from the mine tailings
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Food of the Day:  We stopped at a local stand and purchased moose sausage; Lisa had a sandwich with grav laks, boiled egg, and tomato.