Force of nature

Stormy Winter Morning

Stormy winter morning at the cottage.

This morning I bring you a post from the cottage, where we’re cozied up by the fire enjoying the forces of nature around us. We arrived on Friday night after driving through steady, sticky snowfall, and Saturday turned out to be a sloshy warm day, perfect for building snowmen and forts out of the relatively fresh snow. This morning I took Luna out for a walk in blustery but warm winter winds. But the mild weather is about to turn — according to the forecast, here in Coby it will drop to -21°C by the evening, and remain frigid for the rest of the week. Brrr!

Luna by the Fire

Luna by the Fire – photo taken by Chris.

We decided to come up here this weekend to relax after a week and a half of a roller coaster real estate ride that isn’t over yet. We have big news, but I’m going to wait to share until all our ducks are lined up, which we hope to have figured out about a week from now. I know, I’m such a tease. Stay tuned!

Happy autumn!

Thanksgiving at Redstone Lake

Thanksgiving at Redstone Lake

I’ve been a bit absent from my blog again lately. I really don’t have any single excuse but rather a critical accumulation of more minor demands on my time that leave me completely exhausted and drained at the end of each day. I’ve been working at recovering from some tendonitis in my ankle so that I can get back into the workout routine that was going so well before I overdid it. I was caught off guard at work this fall, thinking it would be a calmer, more relaxed pace than in previous years only to be smacked upside the head with several big stories out of the blue. And then there are the birthdays, anniversaries and family gatherings and holidays.

We closed up our cabin on Redstone Lake on Thanksgiving weekend, among the spectacular colour show that is autumn’s last hoorah. I’m sure by now the leaves are mostly off the trees up there, but here in the city we’re still seeing some green here and there, although we’ve had at least one good frost and the weather is definitely turning. This weekend we’re finally home and I can take care of some of the last garden jobs: emptying and storing the rain barrels, putting away the hoses and so on.

Anyway, I hope to be back again soon with more regular content, especially on the cooking side. Now that fall is here I’ve been doing a bit of baking, stocking up on squash, simmering soups and trying out making some more spicy Korean dishes at home so we eat out less (we have a bit of an addiction to Korean food).

A furry new paddling companion

At home, in the boat

At home, in the boat

I padded this past weekend with a couple extra days since it was my birthday and all, and we took off to the woods on a fairly last minute camping trip. Our friend Mike, who lives in San Diego, was going to be in town and as one of our elite camping/paddling pals, suggested we squeeze in a trip. I’d been craving a dose of pure nature for some time, and Chris and I had a bigger goal of finally introducing our young four-legged friend to the camping ropes. Almost three years old and Luna had yet to spend a night out in the woods.

Heavy head

Heavy head

The lack of a beater canoe during Luna’s first summer as a pup, the wedding last summer, and the trip to Norway this summer had really limited the time we’d been able to spend teaching her how to ride in a canoe. Last summer after we picked up a cheap fibreglass 14 footer from my pal Alice, we took Luna out on the lake at our cottage a few times, maybe three, and she did pretty well, but she dumped us the last trip out and we hadn’t really gotten back in the boat with her since (that was quite an experience by the way — we laughed hysterically about it, and thankfully were only a few metres from shore).

Once we decided on the birthday weekend trip, we set ourselves to work at getting Luna out as often as we could while we were at the cottage. Labour Day weekend we had her out four times, and she was pretty great. It helped that we loaded the boat down with a huge dry bag filled with random heavy stuff from the cabin, which added some stability to the very tippy boat, but it was still feeling pretty unstable when she shifted her weight around at all.

Eastern Red-Backed Salamander

I believe this wee guy is an Eastern Red-Backed Salamander — the first salamander I’ve ever seen in the wild. He was so small!

With Mike joining us and making us a threesome, we had to get a second canoe for our adventure, so we picked up his 18.5 footer from his Dad’s house on the way up to the staging ground (our cottage). And, since there were only three of us, we opted that Mike would solo it in our 14 footer while we took the dog in his boat.

I was a bit of an anxiety car crash planning this trip — we had a super busy week leading up to it, it’d been two years since our last trip and we had barely touched our packing until the morning we left. Adding an 85 lb dog who had never camped to the mix made things that much more intense. Oh and don’t even get me started on the !!FRIGID!! weather that was predicted for our first night.

The God Shot

The God Shot, as Mike calls it — we woke up in sub-zero temps completely engulfed in fog

We had barely pushed off from the put in and Chris and I were beside ourselves with the difference the extra 4.5 feet makes in the stability of the canoe. Luna could have danced a jig and I doubt we would have noticed much. With our gear in the boat, the craft barely registered her weight shifts. We’ve since decided that we really need to invest in a bigger boat.

I’ve never seen a dog take to something like this as naturally as Luna has. She climbs in the boat on command, she lays down and gets comfy immediately. She rests her head on the gunwales and just hangs out. She waits until I get out of the boat and says it’s okay for her to get out. She’s such a pro!

Hennessey Hammock

Hennessey Hammock

Challenge #2 was going to be sleeping arrangements. We had always envisioned we would teach Luna to sleep under our hammocks (yes, we use special hammocks when we camp, we don’t like sleeping on the ground and while we usually bring a tent, it’s a back up plan only for situations like horrid weather or damaged gear.

I fretted most of the evening as the sun went down on our first night. Weather reports were calling for temps of 4-5°C. But the radio on the way to the lake system was calling for as low as -2°C! Not only was I worried about how warm Luna would be, I was worried about how much I was going to freeze my own tooshie off.

We gave the sleeping under the hammock technique a try, but it became apparent pretty fast that my puppy was cold and didn’t know where the hell to go. Mike, who was sleeping in the tent, piped up that she could come sleep with him if we wanted (said the guy who professed that “dogs make him nervous” only a few hours earlier).

So we moved Luna in with Mike and we all proceeded to try to sleep through the utter cold (must remember to invest in a winter sleeping bag, and bring hammock winterization gear next time). Mike worried about Luna all night — not really sure how to warm her up, trying to drape his own legs/sleeping bag over her to help warm her up. They both survived just fine although Mike was probably the worse for wear, having not really slept. The next night was significantly warmer, but I did have to capitulate to spending that night on the ground with Luna in the tent. No need to let Mike suffer another night next to a beast that makes him nervous! He got to give my hammock a try instead. So I was the one who didn’t sleep much over the weekend, but that’s okay. Thermarest or not, sleeping on the ground is not my thing.

Birthday Cake

Chris steeped? boiled? me a birthday mousse cake!

Our theory was that Luna would be able to sleep outside under our hammocks in the summer for sure, but then we realized that she would be eaten alive by mosquitos, who seem supremely attracted to black dogs. So we have to come up with some kind of “pup tent” solution. She’s crate trained, so if we can find a small tent that she could stand up in, we could probably make that work for a future expedition.

Other than the frigid night, Luna was a rock star. She doesn’t wander off, so having her off leash is no problem. She’s a trooper on the portages, she wears her life jacket (even though she likely doesn’t really need to, being the champion swimmer that she is, we felt it was important to teach her to wear one regardless) and she would even happily climb over dry bags and backpacks to get from one end of a canoe into her spot at the other end on a difficult put-in. How to make her mama proud!

Fire!

Fire!

Now we weren’t tested with dump-worthy experiences like loons popping up next to the boat, or close up wildlife encounters such as deer or moose in the camp (although we did witness a couple deer swim across the lake our first morning, and come again for a drink on the next morning). Hopefully we’ll never have to deal with that kind of thing, but they probably will happen at some point. I’m just really happy we stayed dry and upright on this first trip!

Loon

Those loons. Such a tease.

Drool

If ever you doubted that she has some Saint Bernard in the mix… bare witness to the drool.

If anyone has any tips on large dog tent solutions, I’m all ears. We already have a collapsable fabric crate we use for travelling, but it’s not lightweight or compact enough for canoeing and portaging, and I doubt it would keep insects out anyway. Something for us to research for next year I guess!

Deer come for a drink

Deer come for a drink

I should add that I found a couple really great resources for teaching a dog how to get used to canoeing, that I’d like to recommend:

Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 6

Preikestolen, Norway

Preikestolen trail map

My last post on Norway, I swear! But this one is perhaps full of the most spectacular scenery of all. It was also probably one of my most frustrated times on our trip.

If you’ve ever seen any marketing literature, videos or books about Norway, this site is featured prominently. It’s a jaw dropping cliff that overhangs the Lysefjord in southwestern Norway, and its a nearly 4 km (2.4 mile) hike up that rises (and falls, and rises again) about 330 metres (1082 feet) along the route. The rock face itself is 604 metres (1981 feet) above sea level.

Everyone has to go up and down along the same route, and no one monitors how many people are on the trail. And most of the time that’s probably not a problem, but we were there in the height of tourist season, during some of the nicest weather the region had had in a while. As a result, we hiked the trail with at least several hundred others, of all ages and abilities. My friend Guro said that it had made the local news even, how busy it was that day. She also said that the last time she hiked it, with her 80-something year old grandmother, they passed maybe a total of 20 people.

Climbing up to Preikestolen

Chris taking a break climbing up the rock fall, during the first leg of the hike.

Hike to Preikestolen, Norway

Specks of people, along the trail

It was one of those hikes where you just keep thinking, are we there yet? Every mountain you came around you expected to finally be there, but no, there was still another several hundred yard scramble to go. My parents, who had traveled to Norway the year before, had been disappointed that they didn’t do this hike, but Guro had figured it was too difficult for my Dad, and she was probably right. There were places on the trail that were just brutal for traffic, where you felt like you were being pressured on by the sheer number of people waiting behind you. That started to really get to me after a while. I shouldn’t have let it bother me but I hate being hemmed in by [annoying, pushy, rude] crowds of people, especially when they’re infringing on my enjoyment of a place or an experience. Here I was climbing mountains in Norway for goodness sake! I didn’t want to be rushed along!

The Lysefjord, near Preikestolen, Norway

A spectacular view of the Lysefjord

That said, there were breaks in the madness, where there was room to spread out, take a breather and enjoy where we were. I say that in hindsight of course.

Preikestolen, Norway

Rounding the bend and seeing the cliff

And then suddenly, we were there. And it was nutbar. People e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e!

Crowds at Preikestolen

Crowds at Preikestolen

Call it exhaustion, but I was at the end of my rope by the time we got to the cliff itself, and looking back I kinda wish I could give myself a good cuff, because I was being a bit of a bitch, and letting my frustrations take over, rather than really truly absorbing the awesomeness of it. And then, the last straw, I stood up after eating my lunch and my iPhone dropped onto the rocks, causing the screen to crack. I’ll admit it… I shed a tear or two. I know, stupid, but I was hungry and tired and more than a little fed up. It didn’t take much to push me over the edge (the emotional edge!).

Preikestolen, Norway

Chris, cheering me up and on, with Kyrre and Preben in the background

As a result of my self-indulgent temper tantrum, I didn’t really get the group shots I should have. In fact, I realized in hindsight that overall, I didn’t really get more than a couple shots of me with Guro and the kids, which I realized too late. But I did take a bunch of shots while I tried to gather myself, and I definitely got some good ones. And Chris was a brave soul and scrambled up the cliff behind Preikestolen and got some excellent wide shots that show the insanity of the cliff. Good job hubby!

Preikestolen, Norway

A wee tall ship, way, way down.

Preikestolen, Norway

Random people, but a great shot.

I was not brave enough to sit with my legs dangling over (nor was there really any room with all the people there) or to lay down and lean over the edge like others were doing.

Preikestolen, Norway

More random people, and another great shot

Preikestolen, Norway

One of Chris’s excellent wide shots from up the cliff side. I’m standing in the middle there, sulking.

Guro was definitely a little apprehensive about taking her mountain-goat-children on this hike (I’m referring to an earlier post, wherein I described her daughter’s penchant for tip-toeing along every cliff edge she can find). Each of them, her and Preben, assigned themselves to a kid (Guro to Kyrre, Preben to Helene) as a way to keep tabs on them. While on the cliff itself I saw one mother walking around who had actually tied ropes around her tween-aged children, and then to herself. I can see why parents would be concerned. There was only one place on the entire trail where railings of some kind were installed, but there are no barriers on Preikenstolen itself. Thankfully the hike up subdued the kids’ energy somewhat, and they did really well. I didn’t quite get the shot but Guro was gripping Kyrre’s backpack super tight in this pose below.

Preikestolen, Norway

Guro & Kyrre at Preikestolen

And if the earlier photos weren’t enough to convince you of the hoards of people on the trail with us, check out the traffic jam below, at a narrowing of the trail, on the way down. This was actually where one of my favourite moments of the hike occurred. The reason traffic was so backed up was that the trail at this point forced you to either inch along a ledge barely as wide as your foot to circumvent a rock face, or, you could scramble down a not insignificant drop and then heave yourself back up a nearly sheer mountain side that was almost as tall as me. And this option wasn’t super apparent if you weren’t looking for an alternative to the narrow ledge. People kept waiting to go across the ledge rather than scramble down. When the queue finally brought me to the decision point, a very elderly Norwegian lady was trying to negotiate the narrow ledge, looking uncertain and afraid, and everyone was just waiting for her impatiently. So I lent her my hand and pulled her up and over towards me, before I took my turn to scramble down and around (not across the ledge). She was so sweet and appreciative. And suddenly I felt like my faith in people was restored. Good deeds have that kind of power.

Preikestolen, Norway

Queuing to climb down

And there you have it. Our trip to Norway. Thanks for your patience as I went on and on over the later half of this summer, summarizing up our nearly three weeks in the country. I appreciated that you dropped by to check it out!

I’ll be back with more knitting, quilting, gardening and canning content soon! In the meantime, check out a slideshow of my photos from Preikestolen on Flickr.

 

Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 5

The old lighthouse at Verdens Ende, Norway

The old lighthouse (or Vippefyr) at Verdens Ende, Norway

After Oslo we finally hooked up with my long-time friend Guro and her husband Preben and beautiful kids, Helene and Kyrre. This was my first time meeting the kids, and it had been nine years since I’d seen Guro and Preben, when they visited me in Canada.

Glass Jellyfish, Verdens Ende, Norway

Glass Jellyfish, Verdens Ende, Norway

We took the train to Tønsberg from just outside of Oslo, since the train station in Oslo was closed down for major track work. It was about a two hour ride, and we arrived mid-afternoon, so Guro took us out to Verdens Ende a scenic spattering of rocky islets that you can walk, scramble, climb and hop over for quite some distance. Guro’s daughter, Helene is known as the goat — nimble creature that she is, jumping from cliff to cliff. She also introduced me to the non-stinging “glass” jellyfish above (of course, she couldn’t tell me that it didn’t sting, speaking only Norwegian at eight years old, but I figured if she could hold it, so could I).

With my friend Guro at Verdens Ende, Norway

With my friend Guro at Verdens Ende, Norway

As I mentioned before, Guro lived with me as an exchange student while I was in grade 9 in high school. She had originally started her exchange with another host family, but that didn’t work out, and eventually she found us / we found her. My parents had been considering the idea of hosting a student, and then we found the ad in the paper that she was looking for a new family. When we met, it was like we’d known each other forever. And so began our twenty-year long friendship.

Osebergskipet recreation in Tønsberg

Osebergskipet recreation in Tønsberg

On our second day we walked into downtown Tønsberg where we saw the replica of the Oseberg Ship, the one originally found in a burial site near the town itself. A couple of years ago a group decided to try to rebuild the ship using the original hand techniques of the age, and apparently this past spring they sailed the ship, launching it right from where they had built it. The King and Queen were present, and the entire town came out for the occasion.  That would have been so cool to see.

Osebergskipet recreation in Tønsberg

Osebergskipet recreation in Tønsberg

A carver at work in Tønsberg

A carver at work in Tønsberg

After a lunch of sushi we checked out Tønsberg Fortress, or what remains of it, on a hilltop at the edge of town. This model showcases the original layout of the site. This was the eastern home of King Håkon Håkonsson and his son King Magnus Lagabøte in the 1200′s (the same rulers who maintained Håkon’s Hall and Rosenkrantz Tower in Bergen, which we had toured earlier in our trip). There’s not much left to see but some of the old walls remain and many of the building foundations are still there. And the view of Tønsberg and the surrounding area, which we enjoyed in between smatterings of rain, is magnificent.

Model of Tønsberg Fortress, as it once was

Model of Tønsberg Fortress, as it once was

The next day Chris and I took the train from Tønsberg to Nærbø, near Stavanger, the farming community where Guro grew up, while she and her family drove. We arrived after about 6 hours and were greeted by her sister Maryann who took us to the dairy/cow/chicken/sheep farm where she lives with her partner Nils, while we awaited Guro, who was delayed due to traffic. It was a terrific opportunity to see a local farm in action. It seems that everyone in the region farms a variety of livestock, which is quite different from what I’m used to at home, where generally most farmers either grow cash crops, or a combination of cash crops and one type of livestock. Its not that common at home for you to come across a dairy farmer who also has a pig barn, for example, although I do know of some organic operations that farm more variety.

Nils had that preoccupied, worried look about him that farmers often get when their window of opportunity to get some key task done is getting slim, and he was concerned about getting the grass cut. The region we were in, Jæren, is the largest area of flat land in Norway, and as such, it’s the bread basket of the country. It’s here that a significant amount of the country’s food is grown, although its mostly livestock based agriculture. The grass that needed cutting is what will be used to make what we call here haylage (or silage), the fermented, high moister grass-based feed for ruminants (cattle and sheep). At home you often see it as big round bales that are wrapped with the wait plastic, or piled into a concrete holding area and wrapped with plastic that’s often held down with old tires. This is the primary food crop for the livestock farmers of the area, and getting it off at just the right time, with just the right weather conditions is critical. And to further complicate things, Nils was worried about various road work projects that were going to add extra travel time to and from his other farms. He had the extra cost calculated down to the last cent.

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

Jæren is also known for its fabulous beaches. The climate here is very mild, with the area getting very little snow and generally not getting below freezing temperatures. Winter consists mostly of rain, but because of the area’s flat terrain, wind is ever-present.

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

At the beach in Nærbø, Norway

Lovely yellow climbing roses, planted by Guro’s late mother, growing at her Dad’s place.

At my friend's childhood home in Nærbø, Norway

At my friend’s childhood home in Nærbø, Norway

Another feature of the region are the dry stone fences that line the landscape. There are still many fields speckled with giant rocks, dropped off by receding glaciers, and often they’re the ones left for the cattle and sheep to graze. The rocks that get cleared from the fields are piled into these very pretty fences.

Beautiful Nærbø countryside

Beautiful Nærbø countryside

At my friend's childhood home in Nærbø, Norway

At my friend’s childhood home in Nærbø, Norway

We stayed here for a couple nights, during the last leg of our trip. On our second day in the area we drove to and hiked Preikestolen, but I’m going to put that up as its own post, because there are so many photos.

Norwegian Birdhouse

Norwegian Birdhouse

Cheeky goose at the Jærmuseet

Cheeky goose at the Jærmuseet

On our last day we checked out the Jærmuseet Vitengarden, for Farming Museum (one of a series of museums under the Jærmuseet umbrella), which was very cool. Lots of local traditional history and equipment. The kids love it there, and it was a lot of fun to explore. You can also walk all around the landscape there, right through the cattle pasture even, who couldn’t care less that you’re cutting through their space. I really enjoyed the access we had in the area actually — at home, most livestock barns are now heavily restricted areas, especially pig barns, and as an outsider you are not allowed to even go within a certain distance of these barns. It was much more open and easy going in Norway.

Examples of textiles that were found in local bogs

Examples of textiles that were found in local bogs

And of coures, a Fjord Horse, with an awesome mane-do

And of course, a Fjord Horse, with an awesome mane-do

I didn’t get a chance to go riding on fjord horses, which I would have loved to do, but oh well. I’ve heard they aren’t exactly known for their comfy gait anyway (they are however known for their surefootedness on a mountainside). They were however offering little kids rides on them around the barnyard, so I supposed if I was about 25 years younger I could have given it a go!

Friendly Norwegian sheep at the Jærmuseet

Friendly Norwegian sheep at the Jærmuseet

We were also greeted by a very happy group of bell-clanging sheep, who came running towards us at the fence full blast. Cute!

Nils's farm in Jæren

Nils’s farm in Jæren

In the above photo you can see Nils’s farm (with his grass cut!) which was directly across from the train tracks from the Jærmuseet. His parents live there too, in their own house. And in the background, lots of wind turbines to take advantage of the area’s breezy resources.

Pretty fence post at the Jærmuseet

Pretty fence post at the Jærmuseet

One more post to come. I know I’ve been veering from my regular blog content but I hope you, dear reader, have been enjoying these posts too. It’s a nice way for me to reminisce about the trip we took, which already feels like ages ago. It was a trip of a lifetime and I want to document the experience for myself as much as for anyone else interested in reading about it. Garden posts will come soon! But one more Norway post to come and then it’s back to our regular programing over here at digginthedirt.ca!

See all my images from Tønsberg & Jæren over at Flickr.

Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 4

Oslo Mikrobryggeri

Oslo Mikrobryggeri

The next stop for us in Norway was Oslo. We’d been warned by other travellers that the prices in Oslo were astronomical, which we thought was curious, since we already felt that the rest of Norway was insanely pricey. I mean, how much worse could it get? And really, it was no different than the other cities we’d been to. My theory is that most of the people we spoke to probably entered the country via Oslo and were still shell shocked over the prices compared to from whence they came. We’d already had about a week to get used to it so Oslo was really not any different from our perspective.

Nobel Peace Centre

A “digital” installation at the Nobel Peace Centre

After a long day on the train and a bus (all trains to Oslo were completely shut down during our visit for construction — something that’s hard to ever fathom being acceptable to citizens of a city like Toronto) and locating our abode, the Saga Hotel Oslo (a beautifully designed little boutique hotel — probably the nicest place we stayed), we went off in search of a meal. Chris had us situated quickly by finding the nearest brew pub of course, which happened to be the Oslo Mikrobryggeri. Not bad, but nothing too exciting. More interesting looking from the street than inside. But we had a great Mexican meal across the street from the pub, and was given a lot of great advice from our server, who took our map and pointed out neighbourhoods to see and suggested other places for meals. Very nice fellow indeed.

However it was at the gorgeous and very popular Amundsen Bryggeri where we situated ourselves for a good chunk of the next day, which was rather wet with sometimes heavy downpours. It was here that Chris caught up on Norwegian beer and we had a couple meals at least. We took time outs to wander about and check out attractions such as the Nobel Peace Centre.

The Centre was hugely disappointing and an odd tourist-trap. Their gift shop was selling every manner of wacky trinket — including wallpaper for instance — depicting Nobel laureates, and not always in the most respectful way. “Hey there! Take home an Aung San Suu Kyi mask for the kids! Or how about one of Yasser Arafat?” We found it extremely bizarre, and that it detracted from the point of the place. It was like the Centre was trying too hard to make it seem interesting and attractive, like a human rights amusement park. Aside from the ground floor photography exhibitions about US soldiers in Afghanistan, and Afghani women (which were very compelling and moving exhibits), the Centre left us feeling pretty grossed out.

Vigeland Sculpture Park

A man flinging off babies? One of the Vigeland Sculpture Park works.

The next day was much more pleasant weather-wise so we decided to make our way to Bygdøy Peninsula via the Vigeland Sculpture Park. The park is the world’s largest sculpture park, and contains more than 200 works by Gustav Vigeland, who also happens to have been the designer of the Nobel Peace Prize medal.

The works are very accomplished, most of them created in granite or bronze. There’s a huge monolith and an impressive fountain. But I found the works often strangely alienating, like the artist was focused mainly only on depicting the human form, putting together figures almost just to see how they appear together. The photo above for instance, of the man seeming to be flinging babies away from himself. There’s definitely emotion in the work, maybe its a look at one of the many psychological impacts of fatherhood or something. Others write about Vigeland’s interest in depicting the human life cycle, or the diversity of humankind. And yes, I can see that in the works, but they also appeared cold, often very masculine, and analytical. The park is definitely impressive in concept and execution — I’ve never seen anything like it.

Bygdøy Royal Farm

Bygdøy Royal Farm

The Bygdøy Peninsula is where many of the city’s major cultural museums are located, including the Norsk Folkemuseum (Norwegian Cultural History Museum), the Viking Ship Museum, the Kon-Tiki Museum and the Fram Museum. It’s also home to the Royal Farm (pictured above).

Stave Church from Gol at the Norsk Folkemuseum

Stave Church from Gol at the Norsk Folkemuseum

We had an Oslo Card, which gave us entry to most of these museums but with limited time, we had to spend about an hour or so only in each one. We could probably have enjoyed a whole afternoon in the Norsk Folkemuseum, but my main goal was to see the stave church.

Inside the Stave Church

Inside the Stave Church

This medieval church dates from about 1212, and was collected by King Oscar II (who apparently had the foresight to protect many of the country’s ancient buildings by having them moved to his very own open air museum. The site which eventually became the Norsk Folkemuseum. The church was originally from a town called Gol, who decided to destroy it to erect something more modern in the late 1800s, but the church was saved, thank goodness. It’s a stunning little piece of architecture, with intricate paintings on its very dark interior, beautifully carved walls, doorways, and windows.

Carvings around the entrance to the church

Carvings around the entrance to the church

Carvings around the entrance to the church

Carvings around the entrance to the church

I took a lot of photos of the church, but I’m most in love with these shots of the carved doorway. Their texture was fascinating — glossy smooth with wear and age, and yet so much detail still so visible. I just couldn’t believe I was running my hands over 800-year old wood carvings.

The Gokstadskipet (Gokstad Ship) in the Viking Ship Museum

The Gokstadskipet (Gokstad Ship) in the Viking Ship Museum

Our next stop was the Viking Ship Museum. How appropriate for our honeymoon, given that we got engaged at the site of the Viking village in Newfoundland.

This was one of my favourite attractions of the trip. The museum is home to three burial ships, one of which — the Oseberg Ship — was found near my friend Guro’s town of Tønsberg (more on this later, as Tønsberg has recreated and sailed an exact replica of this beautiful vessel).

The Osebergskipet (Oseberg Ship)

The Osebergskipet (Oseberg Ship)

The Oseberg Ship is a beautifully crafted “luxury cruise” ship that archaeologists believe was crafted for a noble woman, who was found buried with the ship.

Carvings on the Oseberg Ship

Carvings on the Oseberg Ship

If you get a chance to see this museum, don’t miss it. It’s not a very big place but I could easily have spent another hour reading and exploring. There were fascinating, well-preserved textiles that demonstrate Norwegian weaving techniques — we’re talking nearly 8-900 years old! Amazing that they still exist at all. Even the fact that these ships were able to be reconstructed from the state they were discovered in is incredible — there are plenty of old photos showing what they looked like while still in the ground.

A view into the Oseberg Ship

A view into the Oseberg Ship

A detail of one of the sleds found with the Oseberg ship

A detail of one of the sleds found with the Oseberg ship

Among the ships are small wagons, smaller boats, sleds, buckets and other amenities to carry the burial passengers into the afterlife. Their detail is spectacular and you can see them quite up close.

Busts of Norwegian explorers Anne Stine and her husband Helge Ingstad

Busts of Norwegian explorers Anne Stine and her husband Helge Ingstad

Visiting the Viking Ship Museum brought our last year into a perfect full circle from the moment we got engaged last summer, at the only known viking-age settlement in North America, L’Anse aux Meadows, in Newfoundland. In fact, the Norwegian museum has the very same bronze statue we saw in Newfoundland of explorer couple Helge Ingstad and Anne Stine, discoverers of the North American site. Of course I couldn’t read the plaque at the Norwegian site, but I recognized it from our trip last year. Funny… I hadn’t really considered the link to our last vacation until I saw this sculpture.

There are yet a couple more posts to come… to see a full slide show of our photos from Oslo, visit my Flickr page.

Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 3

If you’re just joining me here at DiggintheDirt, I’m slowly working my way through over 1600 photos taken this past July during our few weeks in Norway. You can read about Tromsø, north of the Arctic Circle, over here in Part 1, and our stay in Bergen, over here, at Part 2. This week I’m posting about the leg of our trip that took us on the Norway in a Nutshell tour.

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

Fjord cruise from Gudvangen to Flåm, Norway in a Nutshell tour.

We left Bergen by train, quite early, and on a very misty wet morning. We did well on our trip in that we really only had a couple wet days. Considering that the forecast called for virtually all types of weather (sun, rain, clouds… sun, rain, clouds) every day we were there, no matter what city, we enjoyed pretty fantastic weather most of the time.

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

The Aurlandsfjorden, an arm of the Sognefjord

The train from Bergen to Voss was a scenic ride, when you could see anything, as a great deal of that stretch is through mountain tunnels. Once we got to Voss — a very lovely looking city — we transferred to waiting buses that drove us to Gudvangen. Along the way we passed numerous gorgeous waterfalls and mountain scenery. Things got a little hairy on the crazy hairpin turns down a mountain road into the Gudvangen valley. There were several buses in a row, and each one had to pause perched on a very steep angle while the one ahead of us negotiated the tight turns. These were obviously some talented drivers.

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

Fjord cruisin’

We noted however that our driver never once offered any kind of announcement of where we were or what we were seeing. It seemed a little odd, and there was one of those pixel boards that said the town names and in a few of those small towns we stopped to let riders off or on, so we assumed that not only was this bus part of the Norway in a Nutshell tour, but it probably also served as public transit as well. Once we arrived in Gudvangen however, we found that there was no one present to direct us to which ferry boat (there were a few, and some were filling up fast). There was no signage, no direction, no nothing. We lined up for another boat and the ticket master accepted our tickets, which was the only real indication we were doing the right thing. Once on the boat, it was packed — overcrowded and not enough seats.

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

By this point I was getting pretty pissed off. I knew that the tour was a “touristy” thing to do — something Chris and I normally totally steer clear of — but it also seemed like a good way for us to get from Bergen to Oslo. The trip had been recommended to us by our friends in Norway even. But let me warn anyone considering taking it: it is essentially a fancy way to package up a series of commuter tickets, and very little of the trip involves any kind of explanation or narration (there are a couple exceptions). Not to mention the hoards of… ahem… mostly Japanese tourists. That’s all I will say on that matter.

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

All the same, we made the best of it and ended up sidling up in some seats with two other couples, one from Calgary and the other from Australia. We would switch out so that one of us could go outside to see the scenery and the other would stay back and watch our luggage (and save our seats, which would be immediately scooped if you weren’t on the ball).

Norway in a Nutshell to Flåm

The town of Aurlandsvangen, Norway (I think)

This fjord tour, which takes you through the Aurlandsfjorden arm of the Sognefjord, the longest fjord in Norway and the second longest fjord in the world. The Sognefjord is also incredibly deep, especially inland, with it’s maximum depth reaching 1,308 metres (4,291 ft) below sea level. The scenery here was spectacular — exactly the stuff of Norwegian Tourism campaigns — with steep cliffs that plunged straight down into the water. Misty clouds hung low amidst the mountains and cliffs. There were farms perched high on the cliffs with goats and sheep grazing on impossibly thin ledges. Despite the “touristy” nature of the Nutshell tour, I was glad we got to see this part of Norway. If we hadn’t, I think we would have felt like we’d missed a very significant part of the landscape.

Ægir Brewery in Flåm

Ægir Brewery in Flåm

You can do the Nutshell tour from Bergen to Oslo in one day, but we opted to break it up into two parts, and spent the night at the historic and quite beautiful Fretheim Hotel in Flåm. I’m not ashamed to admit we were influenced to stay in Flåm by the videos by Ian Wright (Lonely Planet, Pilot Guides, Globe Trekker) found on the Visit Flåm website (that guy has the best job I tell you).

Ægir Brewery in Flåm

Ægir Brewery in Flåm

However, another major influence was that this teeny little village has a craft brew pub. We had no idea how fantastic the Ægir Brewery was going to be. The pub itself is modelled after the wooden stave churches that Norway is famous for, with dragon head carving details at the roof peaks. Inside, the two levels of seating encircle a stone fireplace, and many of the rough-hewn wood seats and benches have reindeer and sheep skins over them, giving the place the air of a viking age castle.

Ægir Brewery beer flight

Ægir Brewery beer flight

Their beer was incredible — probably the best craft beer we tried in the country, and some of them rivalling anything we’ve had locally here. We picked up a six-pack from the brewery to bring home, but sadly, they weren’t as wonderful out of the bottle as they were in the pub. Norway has rules for selling beer that limit the alcohol percentage to 4.7%, and because of this we believe the bottled version is watered down to ensure it stays within the limit.

Ægir Brewery fireplace

Ægir Brewery fireplace

View from the shores of Flåm

View from the shores of Flåm (after the absolutely massive Costa Fortuna — relative of the Costa Concordia — cruise ship left port). We thought the name of the cruise ship was pretty hilarious.

The powerful, swift Flåm river

The powerful, swift Flåm river

The next day we took the renowned Flåmsbana — the rail line that takes you up over the mountains to Myrdal station. The trip is only 20 kms but the rail line is an extraordinary feat of engineering, being one of the steepest normal gauge rail lines in the world. Most of the route is on a 55% gradient (a rise of one meter per 18), and parts of it make 180 degree turns inside the mountains to help make the rise up the steepest parts of the mountain.

The Flåmsbana (Flåm Railway)

The Flåmsbana (Flåm Railway)

The Flåmsbana (Flåm Railway)

The Flåmsbana (Flåm Railway), stopped at the only double-wide section of the track to allow the oncoming train through.

Again, the scenery here is spectacular, as you wind through the Flåm valley alongside the rushing rivers and roaring waterfalls. The trip up the mountain culminates at the Kjosfossen waterfall, where passengers are able to get out and experience it. I didn’t quite catch the entire story with all the excitement, but the guide mentioned something about legends of siren-like mythical creatures that would tempt people into the mountains, and at the waterfall suddenly this singing began, and figures appeared within some nearby ruins. Not only was the performance eerie and unusual, it was no doubt somewhat dangerous for the performers, who were all dressed the same in long reddish gowns and were likely drenched from the mist of the falls. Only one would appear at a time but they would come and go as if one entity was appearing and reappearing around the site.

The Kjosfossen waterfall performance

The Kjosfossen waterfall performance

Unfortunately our photos of the falls are pretty blown out. Chris and I have a differing of opinions when it comes to camera settings, and he doesn’t check the images on the viewfinder as he shoots. Most of his photos were overexposed and he didn’t realize it until the last few seconds he had at the site.

From Myrdal we switched to an Oslo-bound train, and the rest of the trip was an interesting ride through the highest parts of Norway. We didn’t make any stops along the way but one of the places of note along the route was the town of Finse, renowned for its trekking opportunities (cycling, skiing) and nearby glaciers, as well as being the site of the filming of the ice planet Hoth in The Empire Strikes Back.

On route to Oslo, through the high mountain plateaus.

On route to Oslo, through the high mountain plateaus.

While there were definitely aspects to the Norway in a Nutshell that I really didn’t like, most notably the “touristy” nature of it, I’m glad we did it — it was an easy and affordable way to see some of the most spectacular scenery of our trip: the most majestic fjords, the high mountain plateaus with their icy clear lakes and rustic cabins, and even the hilly, forested parts of eastern Norway as we approached Oslo.

Next up is our stay in Oslo. Check out the complete slideshow of my Norway in a Nutshell photos on Flickr.

Bucket List Trip to Norway, Part 2

Bryggen, UNESCO World Heritage Site

Bryggen, UNESCO World Heritage Site

Besides the opportunity to see my friend Guro (to come in a future edition of this series) I think Bergen was my favourite place we visited in Norway. The city is gorgeous, steeped in history, with innumerable nooks and crannies to explore. It’s intimate enough to be able to walk virtually everywhere in less than 20 minutes. I wish we’d had more time to climb some of the mountain trails nearby to see the city from other vantage points, but even over our nearly three full days there, we managed to cover a lot of ground, not to mention we experienced best of the rare nice weather (locals say it rains 99% of the time in Bergen, we only had a slight drizzle on departure day).

Seriously crooked Bryggen door

Seriously crooked Bryggen door

The photo ops in Bergen are endless, and of course one of the most amazing parts of the city is Bryggen (pictured above and below), a UNESCO World Heritage Site comprised of crooked wooden commercial buildings that were once used for storing all kinds of merchant wares, including fish, grains and other trade goods.

Exploring Bryggen in Bergen

Exploring Bryggen in Bergen

The buildings sit on a wharf that dates back to the Hanseatic period, which ranged from the 1300s to 1700s. The buildings left standing today were built in the 1700s. Earlier structures have all been destroyed by fires over the years, including the massive explosion of a German commandeered Dutch fishing vessel, which had broken down and was in the harbour for repairs when the 124,000 kg of explosives on board ignited and leveled much of the city (1944, during the occupation of Norway in World War II). Underneath the buildings is a rich archaeological history that has been preserved by the anaerobic water environment that penetrates it. In fact I read that the city has gone to great effort to set up monitoring stations to measure the oxygenation of the water in the area, because the infiltration of oxygenated freshwater is causing the building footings to deteriorate at a faster rate.

Today the buildings are slowly being restored with traditional building techniques. The façades of the buildings are only a fraction of their story; exploring these warehouses leads to the discovery of a vivid community of artisans, as well as the offices of architects and designers. If you ever get a chance to see Bryggen, don’t let the touristy shops along the façade stop you from exploring the crooked, tightly spaced wooden alleys — because that’s where the character of the place really shines.

Rear of Bryggen, some stone cellar buildings

Rear of Bryggen, some stone cellar buildings, including an awesome, huge carved serpent head!

We were lucky enough to get to stay in the Radisson Blue Royal, which is nestled in behind and among the historic Bryggen buildings, making it seem like you’re staying inside the buildings themselves. We had a fabulous hotel room in business class, thanks to an upgrade through a local connection. This is a gorgeous hotel if you get a chance to stay there, and it puts you smack in the middle of all the most interesting sites of the city.

Bergen Manhole Cover

Bergen Manhole Cover

We spent our first evening just walking about the city and orienting ourselves. Even though we had left the land of the midnight sun, sunset in Bergen in July is a long time coming. Sunset was around 11:30, with real darkness not really coming on until well after midnight. And then it’s up again by around 4 a.m. As a result, there’s quite a bit of night life, especially on the patios, around the Bergen wharf.

Hillside house, in Bergen

Hillside house, in Bergen

Cobblestone streets of Bergen

Cobblestone streets of Bergen

Bergen alley

Bergen alley

On our first full day we opted to try to catch the early outing of the White Lady Fjord Tour of Osterfjorden, but we had a bit of an incident before we managed to get out of our hotel room, namely, Chris gouging his head open on the pointy window in our room. He did a real number on himself, and the next 1/2  hour was spent by me trying to get him and his bleeding head over the bathtub before he destroyed the bedsheets, and then trying to take pictures of his head so I could show the nurse (him) how bad it was and try to determine if he needed stitches. In the end he didn’t, but head wounds bleed a lot, and I’m sure we left the cleaning woman wondering what the hell went on in our room that morning.

Håkonshallen & Rosenkrantztårnet, Bergen

Håkonshallen & Rosenkrantztårnet, Bergen

The whole bloody mess caused us to miss the morning departure of the boat tour, so we instead explored nearby Haaken’s Hall and Rosenkrantz Tower, which together make up Bergenhus Fortress. Some of the buildings on the site date back to 1240. It was so cool to climb up the tiny, tight, ancient stair passages, and pop out into some seriously old rooms, each with explanations of their original and more recent functions.

Inside Rosenkrantztårnet

Inside Rosenkrantztårnet

Inside Håkonshallen

Inside Håkonshallen

One of the seven mountains that surround Bergen

One of the seven mountains that surround Bergen

Bergen sculpture

Bergen sculpture

We caught the afternoon departure of the White Lady and took off to soak up the beautiful scenery of the fjords around Bergen, specifically Osterfjorden. Later in our trip we experienced fjords that were even more spectacular, but this was a great trip all the same, and we enjoyed seeing a bit further abroad from Bergen.

Hokøyna Island, in the Osterfjorden

Hokøyna Island, in the Osterfjorden

Osterfjorden, Norway

Osterfjorden, Norway

Us in Bergen, Norway

Chris and I, in Bergen

Bergen Train Station pigeons

Bergen Train Station pigeons

A major highlight for us in Bergen was to splurge (and I mean splurge!!) on a fancy meal at Hanne på Høyden, a restaurant specializing in organic, traditional Norwegian food from local producers (an English description of the restaurant can be found here). The site has had several iterations over its 120 year history, including as a venerable local bakery, and is named for owner and award winning chef Hanne Frosta.

Chris's creamed spinach soup at Hanne på Høyden

Chris’s creamed spinach soup at Hanne på Høyden

Chris found this place in his searches for the best places to find micro beers in Bergen, and this place did not disappoint. When we inquired with our original server about the beers however, she seemed perplexed, and the manager came over to speak with us. Once she understood our desire to try local beers, but our lack of knowledge of the brands or types, she made it her personal mission to match our courses with appropriate Norwegian craft beers.

My smoked herring at Hanne på Høyden

My smoked herring at Hanne på Høyden

Tuskfish, at Hanne på Høyden

Tuskfish, at Hanne på Høyden

The food was incredible, and so was most of the beer, but the real show stopper of our meal was the gorgeous Skumring Dubbel by Ægir Brewery. The manager explained that the brewery had recently renovated and expanded their brewery in Flåm (incidentally, a future destination of our trip), and this beer had been contract brewed in Belgium during the renovations. The restaurant didn’t like the Belgian-brewed version, and so had stopped carrying it. This bottle was one of the first to be brewed back home in Flåm.

Ægir Skumring Dubbel at Hanne på Høyden

Ægir Skumring Dubbel at Hanne på Høyden

It’s a Belgian Trappist-style beer, and I’d be hard pressed to describe it to you now (I should have taken some notes). It was rich and complex, and it was perfectly paired with the beef dish we had. It was one of the most unusual and intriguing beers I’ve ever tried. “Skumring” is the Norwegian word for dawn. We tried in vein throughout the rest of our trip to obtain a bottle to bring home, but none could be found.

Bergen harbour sunset

Bergen harbour sunset

Bergen is by itself a worthy destination for anyone wanting to travel to Norway. I could have enjoyed many more hours just walking about exploring. I did a wee bit of shopping here too, picking up some Norwegian yarns from Husfliden and Modellstrikk. At Modellstrikk I also picked up a set of Prym Knit Pro square DPN needles, something I’ve never seen before and are supposed to be good for repetitive strain problems. There is no shortage of shopping in Bergen, although for the most part Chris and I kept this to a minimum due to Norway’s outrageous prices.

Dusk at Bryggen

Dusk at Bryggen

Next up… our Norway in a Nutshell tour experience, staying in Flåm and eventually, Oslo. To see a slideshow with many more photos from Bergen, visit my Bergen Flickr set.

Dreaming of cooler climes

We’re back from an amazing trip to Norway (well, at least, I am — Chris unfortunately had to ship off to San Francisco immediately upon our return for a work conference). Lots of stories and photos to come! For now I’m trying to beat the jet lag and get back into the rhythm of work/life again. This is challenged by the extraordinary heat and humidity here that I’ve lost my acclimatization to. In Norway after all, our average daily temperature was around 18 degrees! I was wearing jeans most of the time for goodness sake. Needless to say it’s taking some time to readjust.

Midnight sun (sort of) in Tromsø

Midnight sun (sort of) in Tromsø, Norway

I was able to spend a couple hours wrestling back control of my garden on Sunday afternoon, and giving everything a desperately needed soaking, but there is still much work to be done. Why is it that while the grass dies and my flowers shrivel, the weeds thrive?

 

Gone fishin’

Well I’m officially on three weeks vacation and after a couple days at the cottage and this afternoon and evening at the farm, I just might be starting to relax. I couldn’t sit still at the cottage,thinking about all I need to do before we get on a plane on Wednesday but now that the pets have been delivered to the farm, I just might be finding some peace of mind.

Summer sunset at the Farm

Tomorrow morning it’s back to the city to do some last minute shopping, gardening and finally, packing. But right now I’m enjoying listening to the horses munch grass in the pasture and the bullfrogs staking out their turf in the creek.