Long Askew
Angled stones, placed askew by long ago persons to form a disjointed low wall, frame the view toward the distant Sørfjorden on the route toward the summit of Utegardsnipa near Bruvik, Norway.
The trail from the fjord to Utegardsnipa is steep, gaining 2,500 ft (760 m) in 1.9 miles (3 km). As the boys appear to be made of muscle, rubber bands, and springs these days, they experienced no significant difficulties, and it was up to the older members of the party (i.e., my wife and me) to provide an example of what sweating, huffing, and puffing looks like. We encountered a single person on the trail the entire day, and he was a local from the town of Bruvik that is not far away. He mentioned that he climbs up here regularly and that he rarely sees tourists, and he wondered how we found the place. As it turned out, my wife had the idea to scour the web pages of companies offering walking tours out of Bergen, where we were staying, and I then matched potential destinations with pointy looking places on our topographic maps. I replied that this particular route looked promising, and the fellow indicated he thought we had chosen well.
Later in the day when we returned to the rental vehicle we discovered a singular downside to the day's adventure: dozens of sand-grain-sized ticks clung to the outside of our trousers, and a few had found their way inside the pant legs. This induced no small amount of queasiness followed by careful searching of all articles of clothing before climbing into the automobile. A quick internet search suggested that ticks in Norway are prevalent with Lyme disease. Some weeks later we have not seen the typical 'bulls-eye' on any of our persons despite having to remove several from my son and my wife.
Thanks for looking, and I hope to catch up with people's posts at some point!
Long Askew
Angled stones, placed askew by long ago persons to form a disjointed low wall, frame the view toward the distant Sørfjorden on the route toward the summit of Utegardsnipa near Bruvik, Norway.
The trail from the fjord to Utegardsnipa is steep, gaining 2,500 ft (760 m) in 1.9 miles (3 km). As the boys appear to be made of muscle, rubber bands, and springs these days, they experienced no significant difficulties, and it was up to the older members of the party (i.e., my wife and me) to provide an example of what sweating, huffing, and puffing looks like. We encountered a single person on the trail the entire day, and he was a local from the town of Bruvik that is not far away. He mentioned that he climbs up here regularly and that he rarely sees tourists, and he wondered how we found the place. As it turned out, my wife had the idea to scour the web pages of companies offering walking tours out of Bergen, where we were staying, and I then matched potential destinations with pointy looking places on our topographic maps. I replied that this particular route looked promising, and the fellow indicated he thought we had chosen well.
Later in the day when we returned to the rental vehicle we discovered a singular downside to the day's adventure: dozens of sand-grain-sized ticks clung to the outside of our trousers, and a few had found their way inside the pant legs. This induced no small amount of queasiness followed by careful searching of all articles of clothing before climbing into the automobile. A quick internet search suggested that ticks in Norway are prevalent with Lyme disease. Some weeks later we have not seen the typical 'bulls-eye' on any of our persons despite having to remove several from my son and my wife.
Thanks for looking, and I hope to catch up with people's posts at some point!