Not a lot open, and not a lot of traffic.
The camping grounds looked full with permanent caravans, tents, and cabins.
Getting really touristy, one caravan park was called a resort.
We've also seen tour buses.
We let the Finnish motorhome and a couple of cars go by.
The road was built with eleven hairpins around 1936.
One of those bridges that looks "just right" to us and naturally belongs.
Is it my imagination or is the curve an ellipse? It looks as elegant as the bridge near Victoria Falls between Zambia and Zimbabwe. Just stone rather than steel.
The tour buses cross it therefore it should be ok for us!
That's a tour bus just crossed the bridge.
The platform didn't exist.
The sides are 19mm steel plate. Round the corner the front is glass. And the floor is steel grill to see through.
We didn't feel safe.
The cafe and souvenir shop had just opened in June 2012. Still free!
Reinheimen National Park was created in 2006.
We are climbing up the track to Berill. Just past the steep bit over boulders.
On the other side of the road is Langjelldalen. There's a walking track through it.
But as long as the sun shines and there are track markers we are happy.
Just a peak over the other side maybe!
Once sliding it may be hard to stop and walking poles don't make good ice axes.
Haven't seen one of these before.
The track descends on the right and follows the edge of the lake around the corner.
The intrepid duo trying not to look worn out.
They are a bit shorter stemmed here.
The track goes through the rock slope to the left of the river.
This motorhomer had removed registration plates, parked in the invalid parking space, and hooked power up through the manhole cover near the rear wheel.
Sadly we've also seen washing clothes in pristine rivers and a few other not so nice habits.
Nicely though litter is in bins or taken away where it belongs.
We waited awhile, tried to blow it away, called on the trolls to help, but it was stubborn so we set off south.
Troll gardens.
To us they are a lasting part of the memory. Perhaps more so than the road. Alas, the cafe seems to have been planted instead. Some remain beside the concrete and steel paths.
A NOK20 toll for this road was something we hadn't expected.
We decided "easy".
After a steep uphill we were rewarded looking back.
The main road is around the corner. This valley contains the toll road.
A bit like walking up a banana, up and to the right.
These are their larger parents.
They don't have legs so attach themselves to sheep.
When they hear us coming the make a ringing noise which startles the sheep who then run away, carrying the bells to safety.
As we climbed higher the imprints of sheep hooves were replaced by those of the muddy booted hiker.
Its maintained by the Norwegian Mountain Club.
A tad more expensive as well.
Free to members. We think A$50 each per night for us.
In the collection of info we did spot the Norwegian equivalent of Moir's guide, the New Zealand anthology of most of the walking tracks that was our staple for so long. Sadly, for us, the Norwegian guide is in Norwegian - but at least now we know it exists.
Its taken us 4 hours to reach here and we are tired.
After yesterday's steep climb we think we have overdone the exercise thing.
The lake is partly frozen.
Hopefully we'll never lose that special feeling we have in places like this.
After the poor weather this has lifted our spirits.
Now all we have to do is walk back to Tardis!
Somewhere down there is a truck, and a cup of tea. We'll return to last night's camp as we are tired after more than 7 hours walking.
Next on to Geiranger then south past Josedalsbreen to hopefully see a glacier, thence to Oslo then Kristiansand.
We have a plan to be back at Tim and Angela's in 11 days on the 18th August.