Our journey to Lysefjord included a short walk up to the bus stop, which took us to the ferry in Stavanger, which took us to the harbor in Tau, and where we jumped on a bus to Preikestolen Park. The hike reminded me of the portages into Tuscarora or Lake of the Sky, and except for the sheer elevation (640 m), was full of Minnesota familiarities. The trail was packed, Paul and I bounded up like bunnies to each resting point and beyond, promising to slow down and take it all in on the way down.
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| Views from the way up. |
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| Plentiful hikers with sticks. |
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| The first view of Pulpit Rock |
We reached the rock in about 1.5 hours and had our lunch a little too close to the edge, in my opinion. I found it absolutely tortuous to watch others hanging their feet or their cameras or their shoulders over the edge. The rock really did look like a pulpit preaching down the Lysefjord. Paul saw the ferry in the water waaaaaaay far below and took a picture over the edge (I didn't look). The return trek took one hour, and we waited with a crossword at the bus station before jumping on the earlier bus of another company.
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| Over the edge |
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| Paul's look. |
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| Marie's look. |
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| On the way down. |
We bought dinner ingredients, 2 Aass beers, and made it back for a happy hour in our room. An $8 sauna and shower from the pool down the lake trail was kind of worth it. :) We made eggs and potatoes in the small hostel kitchen. Norwegians must not use garlic often, ours wasn't fresh. Viktor, a student-employee of the hostel, came to chat with us. Turns out he was an exchange student in Iowa City. He was so nice and snuck butter, salt, and pepper out of the staff kitchen. Lots of Nuts later (I briefly caught up) and then bedtime.
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