Words and pics by Peter Allen – Drawings and facts by Jeremie Lamart
The first Swedish Packrafting Round-Up happened on the Voxnan river a couple of weeks back.
It was luckily and unseasonably hot. The sun and blue sky dominate my memory of the trip.
After a night where we got outside of one too many IPAs and the temperature dropped below freezing, twenty men gather to inflate their rafts for two days of solid paddling. The water is dark and clear, flowing with a helpful current over a rocky bed. Some snow clings to the shaded bank. Sometimes we scratch and scrape, but mostly the boats clear the shingle and stones. Oftentimes we are paddling lake. The going can be slow, but the Voxnan has enough little rapids to hold the boatsman’s interest. It even has a grade 4 waterfall which four of us paddle for the sheer thrill of it.
At the end of our trip is the Vinstrommen rapid, a long but easy grade 3 on which an Alpacka Ghost is paddled safely, proving (though not beyond doubt) that even this featherlight craft can negotiate true whitewater.
We do the trip with cars pre-positioned at the take out. I’m in a way glad of this even though it is not strictly speaking ‘packrafting’. There would be ways to combine hiking with rafting here, but compared to other places you could go in Europe, probably you’d have to conclude that it would not make for the most rewarding trip and you’d have been better off paddling than walking. This part of Sweden has beautiful lakes and uniform forest cover, much of it showing signs of plantation origin. This used to be a major forestry river, so I am told. For two days the scenery did not change much. The rocks on the ground, probably some kind of granite, are draped with a loose fitting gown of moss and grass, and traced with the wiry tendrils of new growth berry bushes. The colours of rust and grey and yellow mixed in with the dark green of old pine and fir needles and the pale green freshness of new leaf on the birch. The bark is silver, brown, beige. On the river we echo this palette. The boats are mostly green and the gear dark tones, white or camo. But a few boats are red, blue and yellow.
Where packrafting is a new sport with an emerging subculture of its own, and the Scandinavian scene I got a glimpse of here seems to be a clear micro culture within that. Using ultralight gear in Scandinavia is considered somewhat deviant, so these guys are really innovating.
That childless sky means overnight temperature drop fast. At night we warm ourselves round the campfire, drinking whisky and beer and roasting cheap sausages on sticks propped over the flames. Good times.
It feels miles from home, and at night the forest is almost eerily quiet (in fact during the day I don’t remember seeing much birdlife beyond a few geese). We see no fishermen or other river travellers on our two days together. We seem to be the only ones out here. While this is not a wilderness trip, it does feel a bit wild. But there are twenty of us, so it is hard to feel anything other than being part of a group – and this makes the whole thing great fun.
My thanks to the Deliverance Team for organising this round-up. We spent the four hours in the car up from Stockholm warming to that theme, cracking cheap jokes about red-necks, and city-slickers like us, stumbling without a clue into a savage Swedish wilderness. Duelling banjos was on the stereo. We read more than could be reasonable into the the man-made objects seen by the road: an abandoned washing machine on a front drive, an abandoned spacecraft engine (?) by the roadside, a metal chicken three times the heigh of a man, an advert two-storeys high for drag racing at the local arena.
On the way back we are less flippant. New friends have been made and this time my clearest roadside memory is of an old wooden church of fine craftsmanship.
Faces from the round-up
This event gathered people from different countries, with different backgrounds. Here’s a selection of four of them.
- A fleet of 22 packrafts invaded the river during this event
- Swedes love camo stuff
- Voxnan river has 55 rapids
- You can drink from the river, we had no worms after the trip
- Biodegradable baby wipes are great
- Alpacka’s cargo fly can carry more beers than you think
- Nights are freaking cold, Sprunger!
- Sleeping in a car is okay
- Vinstromen means The Wine rapids and it’s a beautiful name
- “Lunch i farten” doesn’t mean “Lunch I farted” in swedish
- More than 120 sausages were eaten in 3 days
- Nobody squealed like a pig
- Alpacka Raft sent Ben Phillips, his wife Kate and his son, Thorne for the event and it was great to meet them
- Nortik and MRS boats were destroyed in class II rapids, bomber!
You can read more about this round-up on Hike Venture , Urban Packrafter and Deliverance Team homepages.
Great writeup of the roundup. The ones here in the states are going well. I went to the first one in 2014. Glad you didn’t run into any hillbillies with loneliness issues on the river. Ha!
Thanks Dan, I’m sure roundups are great in the States, in Europe it’s just the very beginning of everything, we have to build a scene, make connections etc. About hillbillies, we were prepared anyway: we had a bowman in the team! (true story)
Great write up! I especially love all the drawings – and your photo captions are fantastic! Hope to meet you guys someday – i’ll make it over to Europe eventually.
Thanks a lot Sarah, glad you like it! You’re most welcome of course, maybe next year?