And the perfect picnic spot
19.07.2014 - 29.07.2014 70 °F
So now a turn to the East, to Oslo, but first a stop in the Hardanger National Park.
Before we left home Elias saw Hardanger on the map and we thought that it would be a great place to visit. When we got into the area of Hardanger we stopped at the tourist office where it was recommend that we visit the Folgefonn glacier.
After a short ferry ride we were on the fjord, in the town of Jondal.
The road up to Folgefonn is very narrow (like room for 1 car) and steep at times. Much of the road just drops off into the abyss. After the tree line there is mostly tundra covered with green plants and there are lakes of all sizes everywhere.
The road to the glacier actually leads to a small ski resort, where people can ski all summer on the glacier. The snow/ice was being groomed while we
At the glacier the winds were picking up and it was really cold, maybe 30F. We looked, walked a bit and then drove back down to warmer grounds.
We found a campground just outside the town of Jondal, where we camped. The campground is located on the grounds of a working farm with sites set up where some of the farm land was before. All around are fields with some sort of undetermined crop and a lake at the end. Near the campsites are the tractors and implements, and a cow barn. We woke up to mooing and the sound of cow bells.
Another day of driving to Hardangervidda, but checked out waterfalls all the way while driving down the road of one fjord and up the road on the other side. I think we have seen every waterfall possible, one spot having 12 that we could see.
After we’d passed up a couple of campgrounds and we started thinking we really should stop of the night, we still had dinner to make. It was after all, after 9pm. Of course there were no campgrounds for miles, so we stopped at a rest turnout that had tables overlooking a beautiful valley. We got our dinner makings and went down to the table area finding one with a beautiful view. We set up the camp stove and started our dinner when throngs of misquotes came over, swarming us. (I felt a little like the Bernstein Bears story of the perfect picnic spot).
Dale and Elias ran back to the car to set it up for the night and I moved quickly with dinner. We couldn’t sit down to eat, had to stand and keep moving.
Elias and I laughed hard later thinking of the sight we must have made to the passer-byers; him running fast back and forth to get away from the mosquitoes and me waving my hand(s) wildly in the air.