Landscapes

Day 8: back on (the) track

The next day was perfect; sunshine, some clouds, and even though the temperature was barely over freezing, it somehow suited the landscape perfectly. After a quick breakfast I took another walk around the little collection of huts, this time seeing the mountains in the background.

This is Norway.

Cold and windy, but oh so beautiful.

The view was amazing, and it cheered me up immensely. For one of the last times, I packed my stuff and headed out. My destination was the Utladalen valley, In the middle of prime Jotunheimen territory. The valley is over 20 kilometers long and features some spectacular views, primarily 3 of the biggest waterfalls of the region.

From lake Tyin to Flåm. The straight bit on the left is a single tunnel, 27 kilometers long. Quite an experience, that. Lots of those on this day...

From lake Tyin to Flåm. The straight bit on the left is a single tunnel, 27 kilometers long. Quite an experience, that. Lots of those on this day...

The drive to Utladalen was a quick one, but before I got to the parking lot of the valley I had to drive down through Øvre Årdal. The road comes from the plateau, and goes straight for the sheer cliff face, turning at the last second. I'm not kidding, the serpentine road going down has to go into the mountain on each turn, because there isn't room to build the supports for the road on the mountainside! Pure craziness, but I can totally understand why they live there:

Øvre Årdal, from a passing point on the serpentine road.

Not photoshopped. The sun hits waterfalls in the cliff side to create the strangest scene yet.

The Utladalen area starts at a parking lot, just besides the first waterfall, Hjellefossen. Pics of that one later, as the sun was directly on top of it when I arrived. The area seems popular with locals too, as the parking lot was almost completely full. From the parking lot, a small road continues up through the valley. At the beginning there is a tourist cafe and some sort of museum (no idea, it's not what I went there for :) ). The real fun starts a couple of hundred meters after the cafe, where the road starts following the valley river. And what a river.

The valley is surprisingly narrow, with very, very high walls; often more than half a kilometer straight up. Walking through it was one of the most awesome experiences on the whole trip. After about five hundred meters, you get to the second waterfall; Avdalsfossen. Described as the most picturesque of the three, its 173 meter fall is quite something.

Avdalsfossen. Apparently, during winter, people climb up the frozen waterfall for sport. Nice.

As I continued the walk, I just couldn't fathom the sheer size of the valley. My eyes had trouble focusing on the trees on the cliff walls, believing them to be much closer than they actually were. The valley only looks narrow because of the crazy high walls surrounding it. The scale is something I'm just not used to. I'd love to be, though :)

The trees on the top are just as big as the ones on the bottom...

Hidden lagoon along the river.

The walk to the last waterfall, Vettisfossen, is quite a long one. The GPS measured 6,7 kilometers from the parking lot to the waterfall. The first 4 kilometers or so are on a proper road, as there is a farm in the middle of the valley. After the farm, the road becomes a rocky path through the forest. As it had been raining, it was quite slippery in places. I didn't mind though, I had done worse just a few days before. And the view more than made up for it.

Quite the workout for those poor cows.

Yeah. Told you.

Can't remember where this path went, but it was not for me to take. Luckily.

As I (obviously) hadn't been here before, I had no idea where the waterfall actually was. I knew it was on the same (right) side of the valley I was, but you can't really see it from the path. You start hearing a faint roar, and then you just stumble on it, nestled into the mountainside. The path takes you right underneath the waterfall; if you want to, you can get really wet.

Where Avdalsfossen is 173 meters high, partially broken up, Vettisfossen is 275 meters, unbroken. The roar is absolutely deafening. It's difficult to convey the sheer size of the falls in photographs, since you are so close to it, but here goes:

Oh, hi...

Vettisfossen. The trees on the top show some scale. There is a path to get up there, I might try that sometime.

Vettisfossen, long exposure. Can't decide if I like the previous, chaotic version, or this imposed calmness. Lugging around a heavy tripod? So worth it.

Panorama stitch. Not perfect since I had to use such a wide angle, but I'm not complaining :)

After taking the images and eating a few snacks, I started my trek back. The view was the same as before, so no pics of that, but I did stop at the waterfall beside the parking lot. The sun had moved just enough to get some light on it, but it would have been better a few hours after. Alas, I had to get to Flåm, so I just snapped the pic and got in my car.

Hjellefossen, taken from the road to Utladalen.

I continued driving south towards Flåm. The Sogne fjord again presented itself to me, and I couldn't resist. I could spend a year photographing the fjord, too bad the landscape photography business is such a congested profession.

Sogne fjord, south of Utladalen.

I had one stop still to make that day, and that was Stegastein, near Aurland. It is a similar vantage point to Eagles Turn in Geiranger; you drive up a very fun road and stop at the top, ooing and aaing. Unfortunately it was midday, the sun was high in the sky, and in the worst possible place to take a photograph from the vantage point. If you are going to go there, do it in the morning, I still regret not driving back the next day. Sunset could be nice too, during summer the sun goes down in this direction:

View due north-west from Stegastein. See the boat on the left?

After Stegastein I drove back down to my hostel. I ate dinner at a fantastic restaurant in the village center. Turns out the owners were Estonian, so I spoke Finnish with my waiter the whole evening. Small world.

The next day was the last day of my trip. Not many pictures from that day, but I'll add them to a final post anyway. I'll probably also list the highlights of the trip, along with some insights I had during the trip itself, and after. I might follow up with a gear post too, or post-processing. We'll see. But all that is for later, there is still one day to cover.

Day 7: the low point

After a restless night I woke up to sunshine. It didn't help my mood, though; the boring (latter half) of the drive the day before was still on my mind. It didn't help that there was only one point of interest between me and my destination for the day, at least as far as I knew. I also had no idea where I would be sleeping the next night; I hadn't been able to make any reservations what so ever.

I turned my thoughts to the point of interest for the day; the Besseggen ridge alongside lake Gjende. As one of the most popular destinations in Jotunheimen, there were a lot of images of it online. The issue was that the ridge itself is 17 kilometers long, with a 760m height difference at the tallest point. That tallest point is about 5 kilometers in to the trek from Gjendesheim Turisthytte where I'd park my car. The view seemed awesome, though, so it might just be worth the trek.

The route for the day; Besseggen is just above the distance marker.

As I mentioned in the last post, I wasn't feeling fully well the day before, and I did still have a strange feeling, like I was getting sick. So I decided to drive down to the Gjende lake and see what to do when I got there. I might walk up the ridge, I might not. I packed my things and started driving; I made it a coupe of kilometers when I saw a sign of a roadside attraction, Ridderspranget (The Knights Leap). Since I had some time, and no other points of interest before Gjende, I parked my car and took out my camera.

The attraction is pretty much in the middle of a forested area, so you have no idea what you'll get before actually seeing it. Almost. In this case, it was clear to me when I got out of the car; this was a waterfall or rapids of some sort. Why not, I thought, let's take a look.

Ridderspranget.

Close up of the gorge itself; the hole is about 5 meters deep, 10 meters long and about a meter between the rocks in the narrowest place. The water flows through it quite violently, and the noise was something else. The stone in the foreground is completely smooth.

The rapids were quite a nice surprise, even though they were small by Norway standards. The name apparently comes from an old story from the 1300s; a knight rescued the daughter of an opposing family, and this is where they got away from their pursuers by jumping the gorge, and then stopping anyone else getting to the other side by pushing the ones that tried down the gorge. True or not, I would not like to try swimming in that current.

I continued my trip, and soon got out of the woods and up on the highlands. The terrain was similar to that going up to Geiranger; more flat, though. I stopped at the Øvre Sjodalsvatnet lake to get a few pics:

View across Øvre Sjodalsvatnet

I could spend a few days here, sure.

The drive to Gjende wasn't that long and I soon arrived. The sun was still out, but the clouds were gathering; still, there were quite a lot of trekkers on the parking lot and the ferry dock, that took them to the other end of the lake (and the other end of the trek). After having lunch I still wasn't feeling too well. You could chalk it down to laziness, man-flu, or me being a chicken, but I decided not to walk up the ridge. In the end I'm glad I didn't, I wouldn't have had time to get to my rest stop for the night if I had. I did walk up the start of the trail and snapped a pic, though:

Lake Gjende, with Besseggen on the right. The trek follows the top of the ridge. I will go back some day.

Horsie!

Not walking up the hill gave me a few moments to check out the river running into the lake, as well as some of the surrounding mountains.

Sjoa river, Besseggen in the background. I should have positioned myself a meter to the left, now that I see the image... Oh well.

The view from a kilometer further on the road, back towards Besseggen. The mountains and lake frame the Besshø mountain that is beside the trek. It's covered in clouds, naturally.

The view flattened as I drove along towards Utladalen, my destination for the day after. The Utladalen valley is home to three big waterfalls, and I wanted to get as close as possible to minimize the driving the next day. Since I hadn't found any available beds on the route, I was basically winging it. I just decided to drive towards the valley, and stop at a random place with a hytte sign. After all, I had seen those signs all over the place, so I figured I'd find some on the way.

The terrain was surprisingly flat, with no vegetation higher than a small bush here and there. The road goes along the east side of Jotunheimen, which is a plateau of sorts; all the mountains are on the Jotunheimen side, but you cant really see any of them from the road. I really struggled to find interesting places to stop at.

Vinstre lake and my view to the east. The village is more than a kilometer away; not a tree in sight.

The road slowly makes its way downward, and soon I was beside familiar looking lakes and valleys. The clouds from before had made a comeback, and it started to drizzle.

Driving along E16; this is the Vangsmjøse lake.

I was getting close to Utladalen now, so I started to look for a place to sleep. As the rain intesified, I drove on and on; not a hytte in sight. I even drove past a vacated hotel, typical. Then, finally, I saw a sign for hyttes at the side of lake Tyin; tyinstolen tourist hyttes. I parked my car, and went inside; the place was closed. Of course. Luckily, it hadn't been closed for many days, and the caretaker was still tidying up the place after the season had ended. He took pity on me and gave me one of their hyttes to sleep in. I gratefully accepted, and took shelter from the rain in my own grass-roofed hut.

Luxurious, no?

A rainy look at the campsite lagoon.

After settling in and having a dinner consisting of muesli bars and a coke, I took a quick look around and snapped a pic of the shore. The weather wasn't very inspiring, so I decided to go to bed. Although the day had been a dissapointment, tomorrow would be much better I said to myself. According to the forecast, there would be no rain, and the waterfalls looked great on paper. I didn't even mind the 5 kilometer hike I had to do to get to the biggest one. And the map even promised some nice views on the way there. As it turned out, it really did make up the boredom of the previous day.

 

Day 6: sights old and new

As I woke up, the sun shone through the curtains in my room. It was a welcome sight, remembering the heavy showers of the previous day. I slept in, barely making it to the breakfast; I was in no hurry, as the drive that day wasn't that long. I was going to continue on my trip around Jotunheimen itself. The detour to Geiranger was long, but really worth it; now it was time to get back on track.

I had planned my next stay so that I had a short trip the next day to a very popular hiking destination East of Jotunheimen; the Besseggen. The drive would take me along the same road I had taken the day before, from Geiranger back to Lom. From Lom the road was unfamiliar, and according to Google there wasn't really anything along it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

After checking out I carried my stuff down to the car. Having a 20+kg luggage with clothes and 10+kg backpack of camera gear was starting to be a big PITA, but at least I had everything I would need with me. Once in the parking lot, I took a look down the valley towards Geiranger and snapping a few shots. Another cruise ship had apparently arrived during the night, and sat in the middle of the fjord waiting to dock.

The view from the hotel. You can see the road up to the lookout I used the previous night in the top right. 

I had done some research on the road I was going to drive on (again). Turns out, I had missed a pretty awesome location; Dalsnibba. I did remember driving past it, but I had no idea what it was at the time. Dalsnibba is a viewing platform and restaurant/souvenir shop on the top of Geirangerfjellet, a tall mountain overlooking Geiranger itself. There is a road all the way to the top, with ample parking. Similarly to Galdhøpiggen, the road has a toll. I tried several times to pay with card, but after some time I gave up and used cash instead. 'The cell tower is on the other side of that mountain wall', the girl in the booth said. Yeah, no surprise there, this is Norway after all :)

Just after Geiranger, the wall on the right blocks cell coverage to the road on the left. 

The wall is huge and almost black. Looking at it is a bit surreal, actually.

I drove towards the top, noticing that there was a construction crew working on the summit. I wonder what kind of extra pay they get for conditions like this:

Those with fear of heights need not apply.

I guess they get used to it. Anyway, the view from the top was amazing. I wasn't alone, either. This was the first tourist attraction that actually had some tourists during the trip, so I was a bit annoyed. Only a bit though, people moved around so getting some shots wasn't terribly difficult. Half of the viewing platform was walled off because of the construction, but there is a bit just beside the wall that doesn't have any safe guards. At all. Guess where the people were?

Very close to the edge there, might want to step back a bit..

The view wasn't bad. The road is fun to drive on. Like really, really fun.

There must have been a hundred stone piles on the top. Not that I mind, the make for nice subjects.

Zoomed shot towards Geiranger. That road was fun too.

Up on the top I saw a few familiar faces; the Indian couple I had met walking up Fannaråken. Small world. I took the final pics, packed up, and started down the mountain. I had made it halfway when I had to stop:

It really is an amazing country, this.

A look back at the mountain wall. House for scale.

I continued down and along the road. The mountains became smaller quite quickly, but that doesn't mean there aren't things to see. I remembered there was a big waterfall/rapids on the way to Lom, about 50 kilometers from Geiranger. I wasn't in the mood to stop the day before, but today, the story was different. I missed it the first time, driving right by. I quickly turned around and drove off the main road. Yes, I could see some potential here.

I tried to find the name of this place, but no luck. Google Maps hasn't got any name on it either. I'm also kicking myself for not thinking to walk to the little bridge :( I might just put this one up on my wall, just to remind myself ;)

On the other side of the same bridge as above.

Neutral density and polarizing filters, oh how I love thee.

Remember when I wrote that I didn't have many shots from the day before, and could figure out why? I remember now. Even though the landscape (and especially the river and lakes) are great, there is barely any place to stop on the road. All roads go directly to someones private cabin by the water, making it difficult for a nerd like me to stop and take pics there, even if no one was home. The road also has practically no shoulders to stop on. It really sucks, as the road really is spectacular in places; the water is so turquoise its nuts.

What is this, the Riviera?

After about half an hour of cursing the Norwegian road builders, the landscape changed back to the familiar wide valley, and I arrived in Lom just in time for some lunch. Now the unfamiliar road started. Unfortunately, it was quite boring. I don't know if it was because I was coming down from the mountains or what, but I wasn't inspired to stop for photos at all. I did force myself to take one, though:

Meh.

After the road turned away from the lake, there was only forest. No views what so ever. I quickly found my hytte and settled down for the night. At least there was electricity for me to process and back up some photos, and I had had the foresight to buy some chocolate in Lom, so it wasn't all that bad. The only interesting thing was a bunch of Porsches that drove by in the evening. I counted 2 Cayennes and 4 911s, all driving very, very fast on the small road. No idea what that was about.

The next day was still a bit of a question mark. The plan was to drive to Besseggen and see if I'd do the climb to the top. The view seems to be quite nice. Afterwards, I only had a plan to drive toward Utladalen, but I had no idea where I'd stay that night. I also hadn't seen any points of interest along the way. I tried to plan something, but soon drifted off to a restless sleep.

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