Atna Øl

Atna lies where the rivers meet. Atnaelva extracts taste and power all the way from Rondane and meets Glomma while still young and wild. Winter time is so cold that it is freezing from the bottom of the river and up to the surface. And when the ice loosens, it goes into house-sized flakes and bubbling rolls down the stream. The beer that was served at Atna Skysstasjon in the old days was spelled out. People on their way north or south of the country stopped here and found strength in traditional food and drink straight from nature. Perhaps the water was the explanation – water with wilderness in it.

Author: Caroline Porsiel