Sometimes well laid plans fails and adapting becomes key - a.k.a an in season visit to Orkanger

 September 3rd - september 6th    Brekstad - Orkanger

I had made this scheme to get two sailing weekends and stay in one of the idyllic outlying villages in the week between having yet another week of home office in the boat.

I flew up on Wednesday before the first weekend. To offset the losses the corona restrictions places on the full commercial route between Oslo and Brekstad the authorities has allowed the airline to merge it with the subsidised route between Oslo and Røros, and thus compensation sort of can cover both. For us going to Brekstad this means a stopover at the UNESCO World Heritage mining town of Røros.

Or at least lets us admire it from above.

However my scheme failed - the forecasted weather did not invite to spend the week out in the islands, exposed to the weather. Thus I decided to go into the fjord to get more protection. Start with spending the weekend with my parents and later in the week to go somewhere else in the fjord. 

Despite the high wind forecasted later in the week there where to little of it to propel the boat at any speed  Saturday (the 5th). But I was treated at least to a double rainbow on my way in the fjord, passing Rissa.

And a torrential rain and hail shower just as I was arriving at Orkanger.

According to the county conservator the wooden cityscape of Nerøra on Orkanger is after Røros the most important concentration wooden houses in Trøndelag. 

The name Orkanger only is from 1920 the town it self can be traced many centuries back. The large flod of 1789 (Storofsen) swept the entire town out into the fjord so that all building in the wooden town today is younger than that. If you expand the area considered further south than what we locals would say is Nerøra the building of wooden town of Orkanger covers the entire period since then. Nerøra as such mainly consist of building from the 19th and the first decades of the 20th century.

Back in my school days, the primary and secondary school had two classes that mainly was geographically divided. I'm form the other part of town, and as I remember we didn't mix much with kids from the other class. Thus in my youth I rarely ventured down to Nerøra.  So despite having grown up close to this gem I was oblivious to its charm and conservatorial value until just a few years ago.