So instead of working on Monday, I took some time off from work just because the weather was in my favour (which is really rare in and around Bergen). Quite unexpectedly I also got my mom and sis wanting to join for this hike. And here we’re off to meet the big brother.
Wet. Very wet, everywhere. Of course, we couldn’t expect it to be dry, after that constant rain. The only way to deal with it was to wear some proper shoes. My mom failed.
Here we reached the toughest part of the hike. It wasn’t extremely difficult, though, unless I’m getting better at this… On a more serious note, the conditions here were really good and it was more like walking up some steep stairs.
Step after step, and we’re getting closer to the peak. The most difficult thing was probably resisting to stop for those little ‘look around’ breaks. And if you have a camera with you, that’s even worse—you can’t stop taking little breaks and shooting everything 360 degrees around you.
Technically, it was the last day of summer. I’m not really sure whether it’s special in any way—to spend that last day walking on snow—but for us it was pretty fun.
We were really close to the peak already, but we couldn’t proceed just because we realised how quiet it was over there. And that is one of the best things I find about hiking—silence.
Here we were only teasing each other ‘who will make a better shot of that useless stone in the water’, but at least you can actually see some difference between my mom’s lens and my lens (notice the depth of field and angle).
Once we left our snowy playground and were about to make the last bit to the peak, some dark thick clouds appeared from the other side of the mountain and started covering us slowly. This wasn’t good news for us. Well, at least not for me, who came here to do photography!
Just as expected, when we reached the peak, the clouds were already blocking our supposedly revealing view. But once I approached the other side of the peak, I could still see the landscape very briefly. And that was enough to take out my breath again and to make me sit down. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
After hanging for another 10 minutes…
But that was the clearest we could get. Fair enough—what else could we expect being in the level of clouds?
Here we were already in a rush, but also eager to try something rather extreme, like… sitting on the edge, 987 meters above valleys with rivers and fjords.
As it says on one of the photos from my previous story: “Climbing is as close as we can come to flying”.
Thank you for watching (I doubt you actually read any of, but if you did, that’s even bigger thanks!). Hope you enjoyed it!
Update: A week after the hike, I came back at night to find the waterfall I spotted before, on the way back from the top. I just thought it would be cool to shoot it at night when the sky gets clearer. Here’s the result.