On the Road Again

Yesterday we headed out with a loaner car from Geir and Grethe along with a fresh dose of confidence.

We started on the E6 north for a few hours, bypassing a lot of beautiful countryside due lack of time.  We were headed to Rondane National Park, Norway’s oldest.

After leaving the E6, we took a nice quiet road that would have us traversing mountains passes and following valleys forged by crisp streams. We saw a lot of anglers; it was Saturday.

Can’t even begin to describe all of the waterfalls. This one was basically a river running 45 degrees down a mountainside. We hiked up along it for an hour and every five minutes got a “new” version of the same really long waterfall.

We did some hiking on the vast network of marked hiking trails. There are huts scattered throughout that you can use if you’re a member. Some are locked with a skeleton key that is emitted at birth from Norwegian mothers. Or so I’m told.

We ended the day in a flourish of activity searching for a camping site, which we found on the outskirts of Tynset. As tent campers go, we were alone. It turns out there was a mountain bike marathon race going on so we were at home with bike bibs and jerseys drying everywhere outside the small huts.

We enjoyed a light meal of lefse and NA beer, not pictured. We were tired and satisfied.