Two beautiful days without a breakdown
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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When we were finished at the museum we said goodbye to our wonderful friends and Felix and I sat for over an hour discussing - sometimes I was almost close to tears - if we would go back to Oslo or carry on as planned up North. While in Lillehammer, I had pretty firmly set my sights on returning to Oslo and forgetting my Norway dream, however being in the road museum and seeing pictures of all the beautiful places reminded me why I had wanted to come to Norway in the first place so much
These two days were wonderful days of riding through the most beautiful countryside we have visited so far. We followed a river the first day, winding gently up and down, through the forest. It was so stunning. We camped on the side of a road and tested our new tent from Stine for the first time. Early in the morning it poured with rain - and the tent stood up to it’s first test so we were dry and happy campers.
Thursday we made it up onto a plateau and into the Dovrefjell National Park where there are still wild Reindeer and Muskox
Friday morning we rode further into the park. It was so, so beautiful. The sun was out and I can’t believe what a extraordinarily jaw droppingly beautiful place place we were in. Sadly the camera battery was flat so it’s only in our memories now. We came down off the plateau and into a town called Oppdal. We collected a few supplies then went into a restaurant to charge our camera battery - lunch being the price but a very good lunch it was.
I really want to say more about the National Park, it was so, so beautiful, I can’t find another way to say it, so a short entry. You’d have to see to believe, for once I’m impressed. Now maybe you can understand why I haven’t gushed like Felix about how lovely other countries have been, how could I have given meaning to this if I had used up all my meaningful words on countryside where every single square metre is domesticated and spoilt by humans, that’s not beautiful, it’s just nice. (Or really horrible when you realise it actually was once upon a time beautiful wild forest before we plundered and demolished it.) These wild marshes and cliff faces, mountaintop lakes sparkling in the sun, rounded and bald rocky mountains still patched with snow in summer and home to wild Muskox, rushing waterfalls hundreds of meters high, ground covered for meters and meters with yellowy-white, bouncy, springy lichen. That’s beautiful.