Made my way home today. I've been playing around a bit back east, enjoying their quaint little towns, harbors and agricultural lands and even the "Big City", our Capital Oslo, and all the rest (but not all they have to offer). This part of Norway is scenic, interesting and fabulous and hard to get tired of. The Natives are friendly, to boot.
But nothing beats the western end of the high plains of Hardangervidda, where it gives way to the deep valleys and steep mountain sides that make up my part of Western Norway. Saying "Welcome Home" to a riding experience dominated by tunnels, tight turns, steep hills, narrow roads and all the other thrills that one just can't live without.
Looking east, Dyranut Fjellstove, a mountain lodge on he high plain
I love to rest my eyes on these colors up in the mountains. It's a given that it signals the end of something; but our rational minds know that it is only temporary, inviting us to day-dream about "next time" ...
Looking westward. After that turn right there in the background, it dips right down into the valleys and gorges. That's where things get interesting. Oh, and you get what the stakes along the highway are for, right? They already had snow up here, just last week ...