Diterbitkeun: 30.10.2020
Oh, I love bad word jokes. Everyone here has probably noticed that. And actually, you love them too, I just know it.
We are on our way to Alta. We're driving along the Jøkelfjord and enjoying gliding through wet clouds and increasingly sparse landscapes. It's fantastic. Seriously. If you had ever had a dream of flying, you could understand our feelings. Sometimes the fog is so thick that we can hardly see the road, and the next moment we're jøkeling above an impressive valley, looking down at the gray sea or the autumn-like birch forests.
Oh, autumn. With every new curve in the road we reach, more and more trees dress in orange, yellow, and gold.
We find a small parking lot in a village, off the heavily-jøkelled E6, where we spend the night. This parking lot supposedly belongs to a hiking trail to the Øksfjordjøkelen Glacier. But it's not until late in the evening, when the rain clouds clear, that we see it. And it is as glacier blue as a glacier should be. We are captivated by the play of clouds, light, and waterfalls. They lull us slowly into a well-deserved sleep.
Aahh, almost forgot: On the way, we passed a herd of reindeer. The first ones that crossed our path. They herald the beginning of Sami Land and mentally prepare us for the North Cape. Unfortunately, the animals were so far away that we couldn't take good photos of them through the fog and rain. But if you ever want to see a blurred reindeer, let me know.