Laukelandsfossen and somewhere in the thicket

Since today was fantastic weather (sun and over 10°C!), Ole Bjarne and I went for a hike. We were actually supposed to go crab fishing, but since the net had a big hole in it, that wasn't possible. So we took the boat to one of the largest waterfalls in the region, Laukelandsfossen.

Fortunately, it hasn't rained in the past few weeks (unusually), so the waterfall was very calm and we were able to dock the boat and climb around on the rocks nearby. The waterfall doesn't directly end in the fjord, but rather flows into a small basin which then flows into the fjord. So we were able to stand right in front of the waterfall and enjoy the droplets on our skin. And of course, this natural spectacle was perfect for many photos:

In the background, Heileberget, the wall in cross-section

Since there is no official hiking trail there, we simply made our way through the thicket. This meant that there were sometimes very beautiful sections that were flat, but most of the time we had to pull ourselves up or slide down wet slopes or rocks with the help of trees and shrubs. Since there was also no path, we couldn't find our way to the summit, but we were close.

On our way back we saw a deer and Ole Bjarne said that no one had been here for the past ten years... so we were somewhere in the wilderness, but fortunately we could still see civilization on the other side of the fjord :)

When we arrived back at the boat, the tide had already started to ebb, so we had to carry it into the water a bit, which was a little difficult with a normal heavy boat and two people, but we made it back home. With these beautiful sights:

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From my conversations with Ole Bjarne, I found out that Karl Ove Knausgård's aunt lives in Dale and his mother in Jølster (the neighboring municipality, only 50 km away). And he once smoked a cigarette with him... and then he gave me a taste of a Lefse. It's like a thin pancake with cinnamon butter, but I will look up a recipe in the coming days and bake it myself, then I can tell you how to make this delicacy.

In general, Norwegians are addicted to 'kanel' (cinnamon), so they have infected me with it. I now eat my yogurt with apple slices, honey, and of course, cinnamon.