The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.--Richard Bode

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Coldest, snowiest, rainiest Spring anyone can remember

Norway's fjord country keeps getting more and more pretty. Despite this being the coldest, snowiest, rainiest Spring that anyone here can remember, it is still fun exploring this area. Jessica would like it better if the hikes we had planned were not covered with 8 feet of snow, but that's the way the cookie crumbles sometimes.

It isn't all water here. There are many beautiful farmsteads, and a few old hardscrabble ones. A man and his sister worked this one for an absentee landlord for years. What a hard life that must have been.

Judging from all the sheep on the hillsides, I think sheep herding must have been popular from way back when.

Jessica likes the sheep, but she especially loves the little lambs and tries very hard to catch and pet one. They are fast though; too fast for her.

How do you like this picnic spot. There are waterfalls like this all over the place.

How about this one? Two waterfalls side by side. There were four motorcycle riders here, trying to find some shelter from the rain and looking very soaked and miserable.

This waterfall drops over a thousand feet into the gorge below. It really made me nervous and scared when Jessica climbed out on the rock, but I have to admit it does make a dramatic picture. Later, she was reading on the internet that three people have fallen to their deaths there in the last couple of years.

Here is what it looks like looking into the gorge from a different direction.

Does anyone want a troll from the gift shop? No? You don't know the joys you are missing.

The weather is so changeable here. It can be sunny and warm one moment, and snowing a little while later. I guess we will not get to do a lot of hiking while we are here.

There is a band playing in the hotel just down the way from ours. I think we will go listen to it for awhile. I will leave you with one last picture. Now be honest. Which of us is more impressive? Me? Or the waterfall? Just kidding. Don't answer that. I might be disappointed.

Bye from Norway -- land of mountain snow, trolls, glaciers, fjords, midnight sun, and rugged mountain men like me. Ha.

Talk with you later,