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Day 15 ~Ice Ice Baby

Briksdalen

semi-overcast 18 °C

Well, the weather gods smiled at us overnight. It’s still cloudy, but it’s not raining for once. The clouds are definitely less and are opening up to show us the incredible views.

We had big plans for today, but first we had to run the gauntlet of campsite washing roulette! Luckily we were facing the open door of the campsite laundry so could observe the comings and goings. We needed to be organised and decisive so we could swoop into action once we saw the washing machine empty, then repeat again for the dryer. Lyn’s short fuse and sheer doggedness saw our much needed laundry getting done, once he had removed random clothes from said appliances once they had been left that bit too long without being claimed. We were free to go on a glacier hunt.

It wasn’t too hard to find, as we can see it from the campsite. We were going on a glacier hunt, we were going to catch a big one. There was no through or under though, just up. Up all the way. It’s a very popular trail, so there is almost a motorway up there. There are even Trollcars to carry people up, using green energy.

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Of course we opted for our old legs, and off we went. Maybe we should have wondered why everyone else was all battened up in waterproofs etc, and we were in T shirts, but we just thought it was because we are from Wales and well ‘ard. As we got closer to the raging torrent of a river the spray cooled me down nicely. Then we got to the massive waterfall. And the bridge under the massive waterfall. That’s why people were wearing waterproofs. We obviously didn’t get the memo! But, like I said we are well ‘ard, and just embraced it. What’s not to love about freezing cold water soaking you completely when you are doing 2 miles uphill? Loving life!

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When we eventually got to the top we realised not many people actually make it to the very end. It was relatively quiet, until a bunch of noisy Italians got there. We were able to soak up the view though, it was one I won’t forget. The glacier was like a watchful sleepy dragon, watching over the aquamarine lake with one eye open. Unbelievable. So lucky to see sights like this, but so sobering to see the signposts way down the path charting where the glacier had been over the last 100 odd years. Not surprisingly it has retreated dramatically.

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Well, the weather gods smiled at us overnight. It’s still cloudy, but it’s not raining for once. The clouds are definitely less and are opening up to show us the incredible views.

We had big plans for today, but first we had to run the gauntlet of campsite washing roulette! Luckily we were facing the open door of the campsite laundry so could observe the comings and goings. We needed to be organised and decisive so we could swoop into action once we saw the washing machine empty, then repeat again for the dryer. Lyn’s short fuse and sheer doggedness saw our much needed laundry getting done, once he had removed random clothes from said appliances once they had been left that bit too long without being claimed. We were free to go on a glacier hunt.

It wasn’t too hard to find, as we can see it from the campsite. We were going on a glacier hunt, we were going to catch a big one. There was no through or under though, just up. Up all the way. It’s a very popular trail, so there is almost a motorway up there. There are even Trollcars to carry people up, using green energy.

Of course we opted for our old legs, and off we went. Maybe we should have wondered why everyone else was all battened up in waterproofs etc, and we were in T shirts, but we just thought it was because we are from Wales and well ‘ard. As we got closer to the raging torrent of a river the spray cooled me down nicely. Then we got to the massive waterfall. And the bridge under the massive waterfall. That’s why people were wearing waterproofs. We obviously didn’t get the memo! But, like I said we are well ‘ard, and just embraced it. What’s not to love about freezing cold water soaking you completely when you are doing 2 miles uphill? Loving life!

When we eventually got to the top we realised not many people actually make it to the very end. It was relatively quiet, until a bunch of noisy Italians got there. We were able to soak up the view though, it was one I won’t forget. The glacier was like a watchful sleepy dragon, watching over the aquamarine lake with one eye open. Unbelievable. So lucky to see sights like this, but so sobering to see the signposts way down the path charting where the glacier had been over the last 100 odd years. Not surprisingly it has retreated dramatically.

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We made our way back down, stopping to take more photos on the way, and stopping for me to have a swing on a strategically placed swing. A swing with a view. It took me back to my childhood, but I don’t remember swinging making my thighs hurt back then! Aging hurts! I can’t post a video here, but it’s on my instagrams @Cariad_John and @Lucy_dips if you really want to see me revert to being 5 again. We

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We called in the gift shop by the Trollcar station and had a quick look around and a wince at the prices. I fancied a coat but didn’t have £800 spare! Back in the van now with a sneaky gin, cooking chicken.

Posted by CariadJohn 16:57 Archived in Norway Tagged landscapes waterfalls lakes glacier norway travelswithharvey

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