Rain and its consequences

The night at Norra Dellen was really relaxing. We had breakfast by the lakeside before our route led us a little further north to the campsite in Bräcke. We had been to this place last year, where the sun shone with all its might and it was wonderfully warm. I could still go knee-deep into the water and film the sunset by the shore in the evenings. This year, Petrus was not so kind to us. We sat a few minutes outside before it became windy and cold. And then the rain started. So we retreated back inside, I wrote the elaborate blog about Norra Dellen, and André treated himself to the live stream of the Olympic opening ceremony on his laptop. Nothing more happened, thanks to the weather.
It rained all night and continued in the morning as well. Luckily, we had already stored everything well in the evening and were able to leave on time in the morning.
It is a shame how the weather can influence the perception and impression of a place.
Our next destination was a small, fine campsite near Hamra. A relatively young, German couple emigrated there 10 years ago and built or took over the place (I unfortunately didn't ask), where there are some log cabins and a field for motorhomes. They were supposed to serve fantastic burgers with chicken, Angus beef, or moose meat. We were really looking forward to trying them. Yvonne was also very kind, and we could chat with her a bit and pay the pitch fee. Unfortunately, the continuous rain got the better of us right away. Due to the days of rain, the field was so waterlogged and muddy that Patrick thought he could improve the driveway with cold asphalt crumbs. Something like that. In any case, not compacted, just dumped and driven over a few times with the excavator.
Unfortunately, that wasn't enough because as expected, we tried to get up the small incline, the wheels spun, and we got stuck. Great job. A few attempts to free ourselves unfortunately didn't lead to any results. Patrick assessed the dilemma and decided, 'I'll get the tractor.'
So a few minutes later, we were on the towrope and pulled out of the predicament. André somehow managed to turn on the field and drive down the hill. As much as it was a shame, we didn't want to stay there anymore. The weather forecast wasn't getting any better, and who knows what the ground will say tomorrow when we depart?
Fortunately, Yvonne was so accommodating and refunded us the money. After another brief chat about mosquitoes and other creatures, she said the line of the day, which I certainly won't forget:
'We don't have as many moose here this year because we have many bears instead.'
Crazy! What a cool area it would have been, and the Hamra National Park is just around the corner...
Well, after all the excitement, I found something to stay overnight. It was supposed to be a paved motorhome site in Orsa, right in the industrial area. Surrounded almost exclusively by Swedes, no opportunity to experience anything, and still raining, we at least spent a quiet night there.
At night, we dreamt of delicious burgers, a chance we slightly regret. If only we had at least... but it's too late.
Today, our journey took us further southwest, almost to the Norwegian border. Here too, a German operator has a highly recommended spot by a lake, which is actually a river. Very, very nice people here, there are fire pits, canoes for rent, seating areas, and much more... Will definitely consider coming back next year.
Now we finally enjoy some sunshine, the water, and the tranquility. Tomorrow we will tackle Norway. There are only a few days left, but they will certainly be eventful.

Stay tuned
Tina & André