Well I paid for all the better weather earlier in the week and got absolutely soaked yesterday. I drove a couple of hours down to the Eagle's Nest near Lysebotn to visit one of Norways most famous attractions. I pretty much knew my fate beforehand and just accepted that I'd get wet. Unfortunately so did my camera, and the shots I was hoping for turned into a bit of a damp squib. So I will have to revisit here when I can.
Kjerag is a 1000m high cliff that falls vertically straight down to the fjord below - it's a favourite haunt of base jumpers. But yesterday with the rain came a gale force wind, which kept me well away from the edge and from standing on the kjeragbolten....not suprising when you know there was nothing but fresh air underneath it
Here are a few misty pics:-
There were tiny stone cairns buillt everywhere you looked - looks like a lot of litter really - glad people don't do this up in the lake district
The start of the walk goes up steeply, and they have installed steel posts and chain - although there are several sections missing. You could walk without holding on on the way up, but coming down they were very handy.
Looking back down to the cafe at Eagles Nest with Lysebotn far below
You can see the path coming down the hill opposite. The locals go swimming in the small tarn
Once up on top there was a couple of miles along bare rock, following the red T markers - easy enough going but not so good with the strong wind blowing down the slopes towards the big drops
A handy signposted cairn that directed me towards kjeragbolten
a scramble down a gorge and there it is - no way I was standing on this today - and there wasn't anyone around to take a picture anyway - everyone else had gone back.
close up it looks scary enough, but there is a little ledge to step across onto the boulder - wet and windy - no thanks
this is the closest to the edge I could get - that's a car ferry crossing the picture 1000m below
on the way back it didn't let up, but my Berghaus paclites withstood everything thrown at it - except the wind on which was trying to blow open the velcro strips on my coat.
This is the helter skelter road that runs down the mountain through tunnels and big hairpin bends - I went the other way.