Sightseeing & Visit in the Viking Age

Ever since I came to Norway, I have always wanted to visit the Viking graves, which I have marked on the map with a big cross. But until now, I couldn't find anyone to drive me there and there was no bus connection.

However, because it's supposed to be so hot today, I decided to climb the mountain first. When I turned onto the road to the parking lot, there was a bus there and a whole class of students was getting off. Since I wanted to avoid contact, I decided to take a look at a sightseeing spot before that: The Olav's Cross at Korssund. The sign, which was also in German, said the following:

"A legend says that Olav Haraldsson (the Holy) erected a cross in memory of God for opening a channel through the mountains so he could sail directly. The cross is unusually high and monumental - it reaches almost 4 meters in height. The cross arms measure a total of 1.4 meters. According to tradition, a rectangular stone basin, made of the same stone as the cross, served as a baptismal font. The stone cross dates back to the time of Christianization - between 950 and 1030 AD, the end of the Viking Age (800 - 1050). [...] Korssund is a continuous sound, which is quite narrow at this point. [...] This place served seafarers as a place to stay for a long time. It is claimed that a place that was so suitable for overnight stays could also be used as a meeting place for masses and devotions during the Christianization. Along the coast of western Norway, there are three tall stone crosses [...]. It is possible that the crosses were erected on the order of one of the three missionary kings - Håkon Adalsteinsfostre (the Good), Olav Tryggvason, or Olav Haraldsson (the Holy). In the 80s, a bridge was built over Korssund."

After that, I climbed up the hill where the Dagsturhytta of Fjaler (the municipality of Dale) is located. At the top, I met the class, but since I ran back down immediately, we had hardly any contact.

As planned for a long time, I wanted to visit the Viking graves that were nearby. I expected them to be easily accessible, but actually, I had to walk a bit to get there. At first, it wasn't signposted and I walked through a farmhouse, through a gate in the fence, and then I was in a sheep pasture. The sheep were all obedient and ran away from me. Then I had to climb over the fence because there was no gate anymore. I walked across a meadow adorned with blooming cotton grass and then I was by the sea. I had my private section of the beach, though without sand.

Then I wanted to climb a small hill to get an overview and then it said that it was the burial mound. I can't really imagine how that works because it was mostly made of stone.

Nevertheless, I sunbathed on the rocks by the sea and fell asleep.

On my way back, I got lost on the path and ended up on the second burial mound. Apart from the sign, there was absolutely nothing that indicated it. On my way back through the sheep pasture, one sheep dared to come toward me. I stopped and when its head came closer to me and almost touched me, I held out my hand defensively towards its head, said "No!" loudly, and continued walking. It bleated at me, but I was already back in the car.