Our seven-hour drive from Oslo to Geirangerfjorden was so beautiful—sunny and 75 degrees, not a cloud in the sky—that we had high hopes for the coming days. Ellen had packed all sorts of trekking gear and picnic supplies for us both, with the intention to spend our entire time on the coast outdoors. So imagine our disappointment when we woke up to find this on the first morning:
It didn’t just sprinkle; it downright poured. But we had just two full days in Geiranger and refused to let Mother Nature foil our fun. Our hiking shoes and pants were waterproof; thus, we’d continue on with our mountain climbs regardless!
The hiking sticks, which were in a bucket at the start of the path, came in quite handy as we were slipping and sliding all over the terrain. At some points the fog was so thick, I wondered if I’d ever actually left San Francisco.
We took a pretty steep and muddy path that wound its way back down to one powerful waterfall.
Which we of course tempted fate and climbed behind with the aid of a single chain and some super slippery rocks—just because we could.
On the way back to the car, we rounded the corner to come face-to-face with the first hikers we’d seen all day.
Aren’t they cute? As we got closer, the leader eyed us wearily—I don’t think they knew what to make of us odd-looking, lumbering things—until they jumped off the path on the slope to allow us to pass. Charming guys, those sheep. (Isn’t it odd how even after seeing whales, puffins, walruses, reindeer, Arctic foxes and more all in a five-day span, you can still be shamefully excited to see four normal ol’ livestock that you can find anywhere on the planet? Wait, that’s just me? Oh.)
After we made it back down post-hike, we went back to our cozy cabin and showered and spent the rest of the rainy day indoors reading in the warmth. But lo! The sun did come out again.
(Yes, you should be jealous; that was taken from our patio!)
So we went to another lookout, snapped some more (sunny) shots and returned to the waterfront, where we proceeded to eat our weight in ice cream. Yes, life in Norway definitely doesn’t suck.
(Unrelated bonus shot: Only in Scandinavia are public toilets in parks this fancy and well-designed. Sheesh. I was wondering where the bathroom attendant was to dry my hands once I was through.)
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