I take my first steps out onto the frozen waters of The Baltic and my legs lock with fear. All that practice on the Christmas rink feels like a futile flirtation as my Swedish guide gently urges me to put my trust in the long metal ‘tour skating’ blades and just slide. Only weeks previously I had been proudly circling the rink, feeling all crisp and carefree, and now here I am, on the precipice of Swedish serenity, and I can’t seem to put one bleedin’ blade in front of the other.
It isn’t helped by the fact that my best mate Simon, who had reassured me he could hardly skate at all, took off with all the other Dutch, Swiss and German skaters on this guided tour of Sweden’s frozen archipelago and lakes. There are two guides, John and Christine Savelid, father and daughter, the latter patiently holding back with me as I await my Torvill and Dean breakthrough moment.
This ice skating holiday in Sweden, one of several wonderful winter adventures run by Nature Travels, started a couple of hours earlier, with John showing us maps and trails at our hostel accommodation in Trosa, just 60km south of Stockholm. After distributing special boots, designed to attach to the skates, we headed to a nearby jetty for our equipment training. This included a backpack which was to act as a buoyancy aid in the event of us falling in; crampons to stick into the ice…. in the event of falling in; and a rope to throw to anyone, in the event of them, yes, falling in.
Ice skating in Sweden is one of the best winter holidays
I think I had lived in denial to that point, but when John admitted that last year he was the first one to fall in, I could feel the fear starting to rampage through my body. I looked around and everyone else was smiling, donning all the accoutrements and, within seconds, skating. While muggins was still on the jetty having a minor strop with straps and safety stuff.
Attaching the blades to the boots was straightforward and, finally, I eased myself gently onto the ice. This, however, was thanks to two walking poles which the other skating swans use to just boost their speed, while this duckling uses them as crutches to ease myself in the right direction. It’s when the ice starts to crack in front of me creating multi-levelled crevices across the surface that reality hits, my legs lock and I hit the deck. And again. And again. And reality hits hard on the ice, bruising hips and hubris in equal measures.
Discovering Stockholm’s archipelago
Christine just smiles, patiently reassuring me that the cracks which appear sporadically, taking off across the surface like silver snakes in all directions, are normal. They are just on the surface with at least 30cm of solid ice underneath , she tells me, poking her pole to test the ice all around as we slowly make progress of some sort or other. Some of the ice looks a bit slushy to this total wimpy amateur, and so I stay well behind Christine and don’t err from her tracks.
I have chosen the end of February for my visit – the end of the ice season really, which usually starts around beginning January. But with tracking technology, our guides are in constant communication with other skaters, who keep them updated on conditions. We stop after a couple of hours for a picnic lunch on the tiny island of Fagelo, my arms aching from pole pushing, while the others don’t seem to be even out of breath after their 20km circuit.
Simon, on seeing my frustration, pours some brandy from a secret stash in hipflask into my hot chocolate. It must have given me the Dutch courage I needed, however, as it all starts to click into place after lunch. Christine smiles as I take my first real glide, lifting one leg off the ice for several seconds at a time while moving forward on the other. I almost weep with relief and at last, I actually start to look up and see the extraordinary sights around me. A scene so beautiful, it feels as if Mother Nature freezes it especially, just so that we can view it in this perfect state for as long as possible.
Click on the video below, Ice skating across Sweden’s frozen lakes (©Catherine Mack) to get a better view.
Getting my skates on
Lake Malaren is a vast waterway heading inland from Stockholm and home to thousands of islands, some just offering a quick protruding rest point, and others protected nature reserves. It’s like a giant obstacle course on ice, with twisting bays, wide open tracks and old lighthouses to shimmy round. As we follow the coastline west from Skabbholmen Island for about 16km , into the sunset, the fast guys lead the way, their skates creating an illuminated runway in the distance, as the metal regularly reflects the last rays of the day.
“As two swans take flight beside me, the first sign of life in ages, we soar down the shoreline together, Ravel’s Bolero beating in my head in time to their wings.”
For the next two days I just glide through a frozen, fragile wilderness, moving further west to Eskilstuna, where the ice just gets more mirror like in its smoothness. Christine and I still skate behind the others a little, taking things at a gentle pace until the moment when she stops to prepare me for a new bay up ahead, where the wind changes direction. ‘For this one, just lean forward, put your hands behind your back and let the wind take you’ she says, and off I go in full sail. As two swans take flight beside me, the first sign of life in ages, we soar down the shoreline together, Ravel’s Bolero beating in my head in time to their wings.
A winter holiday ice skating in Sweden – where the Dutch go to ice skate
The only other signs of life are a couple of other skating groups, many of whom are Dutch people who travel north to keep up their cultural tradition, with climate change warming up the waters back home. They skate into Sweden in droves, grieving the loss of a sport which has been close to their hearts for generations.
These Dutch are confident skaters too, speeding close to the edge of the ice at one point to greet an ice breaker cutting its way through, its wake creating enough of a gentle movement far beneath for me to cling well to the shore. We also met a few local people fishing on the ice, drilling through with a small hand drill, and sitting on a stool for hours jigging a small rod up and down – this is how wealthy Stockholmers enjoying weekends at their island cabins, apparently, fishing by day and warming up in their waterside saunas by night.
Skating, saunas and sensory overload
We too get to enjoy a sauna back at our second hostel in Eskilstuna. This is Swedish starkers style, so be warned, but it is well worth it, as my hips are feeling the strain of several, albeit fewer than the first day, falls. The other thing to be warned about is the lack of alcohol to ease the evening fatigue. Our group was a bit of a surly ‘we’re just here to skate’ brigade, so Simon and I take off to imbibe duty-free like naughty school kids skipping ‘lights out’.
But in fact, ‘just skating’ really is enough to make this trip one of the most memorable of my travelling times. The joy of gliding never dissipates, whether it is out into the open waterscape or along reed protected coastlines. On the last day we have our ultimate ice experience, however, as we travel to Lilla Blacken on the North side of Lake Malaren to skate a circuit of 30km.
Here, from the minute we put our skates on, a series of booming noises start to echo around the bay. This is followed by loud groans being carried off in the wind, as if the giant creatures of the deep had been wounded in some underwater attack. “It is just the ice starting to melt and move, and these noises only happen when the ice is really deep. It’s all good”, John reassures me, skating off with an elegance I had spent three days trying to emulate. I follow, leaving my fears far behind me on the jetty this time, revelling in this trip that is one big sensory overload, and celebrating nature’s ability to keep us guessing …..and my need to just keep on gliding.
For more details of this trip and other extraordinary adventures in wild places, see Nature Travels. See below for more ideas on ice skating and wild winter holidays.
Alternative ice skating holidays
Ice skating in Vermont, USA
Jamie Hess of Nordic Skater, from Norwich, Vermont, was so taken with his skating trip to Sweden in 1999, that he set up his own business, importing skating equipment in order to introduce the concept of what he calls Nordic or Wild Skating to America. He runs sporadic day trips on lakes and rivers in both Vermont and New Hampshire, such as Lake Champlain and Squam Lake. He rents out all the equipment, but charges nothing for the trip itself. Although the website is aimed at equipment sales, sign up for regular updates of outings, weather depending – although they have a long skating season here, from early December until Mid-April. From October 2012, he will also have details of organised skating events, such as Winter Fest and the Skate-a-thon on Lake Morey, taking place in early January. The place to stay for that event is the Lake Morey Resort, which has a 7km machine-groomed ice trail on the lake, right outside its front door.
Skating on the Rideau Canal, Ottawa
Ottawa’s Rideau Canal is home to one of the largest natural rinks in the world, with a 7.5 ice skating trail running right through the city. This is as far from wild skating as you can get, however, as you pass market stalls, buskers and commuters en route to work. Freezing over in January and February, they drill holes in the canal ice on cold nights to pump water up to the surface to keep the skating conditions good. During the first three weekends of February, the Canal is also the focal point for Winterlude, the Capital’s annual celebration of winter.
A traditional eleven city skating tour, which has taken place around eleven cities in the Friesland region of the Netherlands for centuries, rarely happens anymore. Every year, the experts hover over ice measuring machines to see if the ice has reached the required 15cm thick along the entire course, but the last race was in 1997. Not to be beaten by nature, however, an Alternative Elfstedentocht has been created, taking place on Weissensee in Austria every year, but with a few exotic locations also thrown in to their skating calendar. As well as being a highly competitive race, there are allotted times for recreational trip skaters to get out on the ice too.
Ice skating on Lake Baikal, Russia
Lake Baikal is as extreme as it gets – the deepest freshwater lake in the world located in Siberia is covered in ice from November until April every the year. Brave travellers might want to check out the ice skiing and skating tours which takes place on the lake every year, run by Russian tour operator Baikal Nature ( baikalnature.com), which also offers ice trekking, on boots rather than on skates, as well as an opportunity to camp on the ice. And extreme madsters could check out the ice diving under the Baikal’s ice surface, offered by Baikal Diving (baikaldiving.ru)
Ice skating in Estonia
Estonia keeps their winter season hidden from the snow-crazed tourists of the world, but I am lifting the lid a little, as I love this country. And with nearly 4000km of coastline, over 1400 lakes, wetland weeping with rivers and snow cover for about three months of the year, this is also a land of nice ice, baby. The country’s leading nature tour operator, 360 (360.ee) leads sporadic ice skating and also ice skating day trips, but with wildlife conservation at the core of what they do, they also combine it seal watching, who are giving birth around this time, on the western coast area of Väinameri. They only go out on ice skating trips if they have a group of ten people, charging €30 per person per session, including use of trip skates.
An edited version of this article appeared in The Irish Times.