My best description of Norway is the Pacific Northwest on steroids.
The weather report really doesn’t mean a thing in Norway. The rain comes in regularly but in greater volumes. The wind will blow your jacket off if you don’t have it zipped. Every day is grey but it is accompanied by fog. And when the sun comes out, everyone is really happy.
The fjords look like the Canadian Islands except the wall go up 1000 feet and there are waterfalls everywhere.
The fjords are full of little civilizations like the San Jaun Islands except they are tucked in the base of mountain ranges.
The weather comes in with a vengeance but no one seems to run inside.
The little towns at the end of the bays not only have coffee and ice cream but also have waterfalls everywhere.
The train ride through the country side reminded me of Hwy 20 in the North Cascades but the canyon walls were higher, the rivers ran so full, and there were waterfalls everywhere.
When you stop to view a water fall, you must wear a rain jacket to avoid being soaked by the spray. And when your not looking a river goddess appears for a ceremonial dance.
The high mountains are only 5000 feet but they are full of granite slabs that go for miles.
And rainbows appear daily. It’s always been an advantage of the rain.
When we arrived in Oslo, we discovered a river running right through the city with fish ladders and fisherman. We walked the river only to find more water falls…
… And a Bridge of Love. A bridge with locks all over it. The locks all have names and initials on them. They are locked to the bridge and then the keys are thrown into the river so the lock can never be opened and the love can never be broken.
I had to find the nearest hardware store.
For those of you wondering about our quest to climb church towers. There are none in Oslo. We had to settle for walking the wall around the oldest government buildings and first castle. Originally built in the 1300’s
