Norwegian Cycling Trip
My third day in Norway was the other kind of good day; the kind that throws so much at you that your jaw hurts from dropping all day. The kind where new never ceases and limits seem infinite. The kind you can picture from beginning to end without hesitation or doubt.
The high point of the day climbed over a pass through the Skaupsjøen/ Hardangerjøkulen national park. Layers and layers of rocky plateau with meandering creeks led us higher and higher until snow sat on the side of the roads and a light rain fell from the sky. The summit of course meant a coffee and food stop. Warmed by soup and coffee, the descent was daunting.
Halfway down the hill, the main road goes through a series of long tunnels that twist and turn through the mountains. Luckily, there is a bike route that takes the old road, now closed to cars. The rest of the day we descended through canyons, along waterfalls and vast fog banks, not a car in sight.
The bike path led us straight to the Hardanger Fjord, our first of many fjords of the trip. Along the fjord was of course, another bike path. Wildflowers and raspberries graced the side of this path, with towering stone walls on either side. How fortunate we were to be the only ones on this path? That's the joy of traveling by bicycle, the best things are just off the beaten path.