One of the main reasons we came to Norway, and specifically the Oslo area, was to visit two areas where we had connections to our family's heritage. One of the areas was Våler, in search of the Rudshagen family farm. Other relatives had visited this same place and we had seen pictures, but unfortunately we didn't have a good idea of where it was exactly located before hopping in the rental cars for the drive north from Oslo and near the Swedish border.
The drive from Oslo to Våler was one of my favorite memories of our trip. It was basically like a massive Green Bluff in Spokane, but prettier and even more green. We drove past little farms and rolling green farmlands for miles and miles. It was very quaint and pretty.
Our first stop was in town, and although the main town was very small, it still had a restaurant or two where we found some locals enjoying a Saturday afternoon with some drinks, food and local music at a cafe and pub. Michelle asked some of the locals if they had and idea what side of the highway and river the photo we had was taken, and after consulting a few resident experts they weren't sure where the farm was located but that it was clearly taken from the other side and looking back at the town.
Before we headed out to look for the farm, we stopped at the local church and cemetery. I believe the old church had burned down, but parts of it were preserved and it was rebuilt on the edge of the property while the new church was built. The main hope in walking the cemetery grounds was to see if we could find any known relatives that were buried there. We all spread out and walked the entire grounds, and while we didn't see any specific person we recognized, it was awesome to see the entire place just flooded with the same last names I had only seen on paper in genealogy records. Rudshagen (or Rudshaugen) was there, but most of what we found were Engebretsens, which is the same name as my Mom's side of the family with just a slightly different spelling (Engebretson). A few example pictures are below.






From the church we drove to the other side of the highway and river in search of the farm. At this point all we had to go on was a picture of the farm buildings and surrounding area. Since we had two cars we split up and drove a little bit around the farms located on that side. We drove on a few of the main roads trying to match up the buildings until we settled on one specific area based on the photo. Some of the buildings looked similar to the photo, so I tried to get a decent look at the old house that was still on the property despite it being surrounded by a bunch of newer buildings. We eventually ruled it out, but decided this was the closest thing we could find since the skyline of the photo, trees, and other landmarks matched this little hill where we were standing and parked.
Unfortunately it wasn't the exact place, and the two small farm buildings we were looking for were a field or two farther over, but we were essentially in the adjacent field and close enough as far as I'm concerned. In reality we had driven right past the small side road and missed the actual farm, since it was probably a half a mile off the main road. We had concluded that the old buildings had been torn down for more farm lands, since the last family visitor had last seen it a long time ago.
So, these pictures are not from the farm, but the fields, views and skies were the same ones my ancestors had farmed generations ago:





I wish I could say that this was the end of the day's story, but unfortunately I had to make my major blunder of the trip as we were leaving the farm. Inevitably something goes wrong on a trip this big and this long in a foreign country, and today was the day. We had parked on a side road to another farm so we could walk around. It was so overgrown with greenery that I didn't realize there was a large ditch between the side road and the main road. When I backed out I turned too soon, and got the rental car stuck in a ditch. I tried to get it out myself, but it almost rolled and it wasn't going anywhere. Long story longer, we ended up having to call the rental company and have them send a tow truck with a giant wench to pull me out of the ditch. There wasn't any other option that to wait about an hour for the truck to show up. The car got a little damage on the front bumper too, so when all was said and done this mistake cost about $1,500 to fix. Thankfully we got out though, and able to drive back to Oslo, because the day was ending and I was beginning to think we'd have to knock on random Norwegian doors and ask for help and a place to sleep that night.