This past weekend, Karl Christina and I went on a road trip through the glorious mountains and fjords of Norway. The trip began with a drive through the Hardanger fjord, past Odda, and on to Hermon Høyfjellssenter, a ski resort where a friend of Christina's works and lives.
Hermon is a beautiful resort, located east and a little north of Bergen.

We stayed the two nights in a small cabin, with windows looking directly onto the ski hill.
The cabin was very koselig, but our time in it was limited since there were many things on our docket during our short visit.
We breakfasted in the dining hall Saturday morning. The sun was pouring through the windows, both directly from the sun and from its reflection of the snow. The grand windows displayed the mountains with its groomed slalom trails and its untouched peaks, waiting for a daring skier. There were many cross country trails through the woods below as well.
After breakfast, we bundled up in our wool (though the sunshine was quite warm), got our rental skis from the lodge, and we set off for our cross country tour. Then we got to the ski lift... It was a pulley lift, T shaped, where two skiers have the pole between them and the bar under their rear. Karl and I rode it together, and were terrified the whole way up. Remember, we are using cross country skis.
Not only would it be embarrassing if either or both of us fell off the lift, we would then have to either ski down the
down hill slope and try again, or we'd have to walk up the whole way. We made it up the lift, however, and then we learned that there was a second life we must go up. Suffice it to say, we did not look around much while on the lifts, and prayers were definitely said.
Once we were at last at the top, still in one piece, we had a chance to look around before we began our journey away from the down hill slopes. Our skis got a new coat of wax by our friends, then we were on our way.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and everywhere we looked there was white, save for some rocks that were now uncovered because of the sunshine.
We observed the great silence, and realized the loneliness that would be possible for a person spending an extended amount of time in such a place. The trail we took was 10 kilometers, or one Norwegian mile as I have learned. We stopped now and again to enjoy the scenery (and rest), and we luncheoned at just over half way.
Then began our descent. yes, we had to get back
down the hill. Christina alone skied, again,
cross country skied, all the way to the bottom of the slopes. Karl would have made it too had one of his bindings not broken very close to the bottom of the hill. About half way down the slope, I decided that walking would be preferred to snow plowing from then on. Safely at the bottom, Karl and I breathed a sigh of relief, then the three of us enjoyed a welcome swim in the indoor pool.
Such a cool swimming pool, with multiple levels and a climbing wall! The hot tub also felt wonderful after our excursion.
After a relaxing evening and a good night sleep, we breakfasted again with a wonderful view of the mountain. After saying goodbye to our friends, we made our way back to warmer climates. We drove over the mountains and through tunnels to the Aurlandsfjord.
What a breathtaking sight. We took a windy, uphill road to the Stegastein Lookout Point:
From there it was a couple more hours to Bergen, where we met up with Christina's brother and his fiance for a lovely home cooked dinner.
After a couple more hours drive and a ferry ride, we made it home to Haugesund, where we were greeted by this beautiful sight:
The grand weather, the snow covered mountains, the fjords, the people, and even the food, all contributed to making this a wonderful, "best of Norway" weekend for this American who's blessed to be in such a land.