Ski holidays weren’t on the cards for me when I was a kid. My mum used to dismiss my pestering with ‘it’s too expensive and we could go somewhere hot and sunny for the same price’. My odds didn’t get much better when I graduated to being able to travel with friends, they preferred The Inbetweeners like boozy trips to Mallorca over a trip to the mountains in winter.
All was not lost when I found myself a fellow travel lover and finally managed to convince him to give the mountains a chance. Six years later we’d rather ski than go on any other kind of holiday. Nothing forces me to switch off like hurtling down a mountain trying to keep myself alive, it’s mindfulness at its finest.
Norway isn’t a popular ski destination compared to the likes of France and Austria but it has so much to offer – wide open runs, picturesque scenery and you’re guaranteed piles of snow. I was mainly tempted by the scenery I’d swooned over in travel magazines and it didn’t disappoint. The drive to the ski resort alone was the most beautiful scenery I’d ever seen from a coach.
Choices are pretty slim compared to the alps with there only being a few ski resorts and even fewer that offered decent skiing that would keep us occupied for a week. Post research we settled on Trysil, a quiet resort with direct access to the slopes. We booked our spot on the ski express to take us up there from Oslo.
Once we’d settled on a location, accommodation proved to be slightly awkward, as in there isn’t a lot on offer. I prefer smaller boutique hotels but the main options in Trysil were either a giant Radisson or a giant Radisson further down the mountain. We chose the Radisson Blu Mountain Resort and after checking out the other one further down the mountain, it was definitely the better of the two because of its quieter location and superior views. There’s nothing quite like opening your curtains to acres of snow drenched trees.
Days are simple when you’re skiing. You get up early, gorge on a carb-a-licious breakfast, clamber into all your ski gear and then go up and down the mountain until the sun starts to set. Evenings are cosy, casual and relaxed – my favourite kind. It was the perfect way to escape all that New Year pressure. Did I mention all the hot chocolates you get to pepper your day with? What’s not to love!
With lows of -17, this was the coldest I’ve ever been while skiing and I had to upgrade my gloves while we were there to something more robust than the ones I’d taken. Other than that my packing list served me well and I had plenty to last me the week.
Trysil is brilliant for skiers who like to meander, breathe in the fresh mountain air and take in the views (aka me). It hasn’t got loads to offer for big thrill seekers apart from a small selection of black runs that are all next to one another.
Norway has left such a sweet aftertaste and I’d love to go back again one day. It’s without a doubt the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. A true winter paradise.
Have you been to Norway? Would you consider it as your next ski destination? I’ve no more flights booked and need people to talk travel with x
PS After all those years of saying no can you believe my mum is a converted skier now too! Just dropped my ski boots off for her to borrow.
Pin for later