The Great Scandinavian Road Trip-Norway

We were in a village in Norway called Arendal and were asked to the home of the father in law of Britt-Arnhild, my blogging friend. It was in a fairly large place along the southern coast of Norway but for some reason our GPS sent us to another so we ended up being 1 1/2 hours late for lunch. It was nice to have a home cooked meal after so long on the road. Her father in law, 88 years of age, made it all. He also exercises and could do more that we could-so much for my exercise program, not that I’ve done any since we left Paris.


Britt-Arnhild and her very nice husband, Terje-which isn’t pronounced how you think if you speak no Norwegian, a language of which I didn’t understand one word.


The 88 year old. He gardened, cooked, worked out, made his own drinks and bottled berries. An amazing man. He didn’t speak any English but he was very good at making you understand him anyway. An incredible fact to me: he has never had alcohol in his life. What a great liver he must have.

We next headed to Stavanger. Because we stayed in a hotel outside of the city, we never visited it. It was one of those very tall towers-21 stories-and packed with busloads of tourists mostly from Russia. We also did something very stupid while there. We were totally out of underwear and sent some out to be cleaned as they had no laundry facilities there and we didn’t ask the price. Imagine our surprise when we found out that our laundry cost more than our hotel room. Rooky mistake. Anyway, we did a ferry trip out into the beautiful Lysef Fjord.


You run out of adjectives to use to discribe the beauty. It was just fabulous. There were no other boats on the water, the water was so smooth without a ripple. Walls of cliffs went up on each side-it was so tranquil and calm.


Loved the reflections.


At the very top of this cliff is a square part sticking out on the left called Pulpit Rock. We decided to climb up there later.


This is me after the climb to the top. A sign at the bottom said it was a two hour climb which I assumed meant one hour each way. Then I saw a “you are here” sign and realized that after one hour of climbing we were only half way there. After an hour I didn’t want to stop even though I was exhausted so somehow I made it. It was very much uphill and what made it so hard were the huge rocks and boulders I had to climb. They were hard to come down on too and on the way down I fell, bloodied my knew, put a hole in my jeans and, to add insult to injury, kept sort of rolling and stopped when I sat in a muddy puddle of water. My knees hurt for three days afterward. But I made it. What a view we had.


Maurice. Notice his totally wet shirt-it was a hot and humid day-and the guy jumping behind him. A lot of young people were having their photos taken this way. I couldn’t have jumped if my life had depended on it.


A look at Pulpit Rock from the side.


Everywhere we went in the countryside we saw these piles of rocks on top of boulders. I guess it sort of says, “I was here”. In this area, scraped clean by glaciers over hundreds of years, and leaving behind boulders, there were an unusually large amount of those piles.

13 thoughts to “The Great Scandinavian Road Trip-Norway”

  1. Simply spectacular, Linda! What a glorious trip. Surely the climb to Pulpit Rock (bravo!) more than compensated for your lack of exercise during the drive…and such a memorable exit. Anyone can descend the boring ordinary way – you did it with drama and pizazz, and with the bonus of getting a new pair of jeans. I probably would have had cardiac arrest while making that climb. Maybe Half Dome is in your future.

  2. Wowo, that second to last photo at rock pulpit really gives you the perspective of what the jumpers were risking! Great photo of Britt and ger husband. I wonder where he got the South Dakota t-shirt? My Norwegian mom grew up there…

  3. Hi Meredith, we have relatives in South Dakota and visited them back in 1997. A fairly old t-shirt πŸ™‚

    Linda, you did an amazing job climbing the pulpit! Amazing up there, isn’t it?

  4. This is one of the best blogging friend stories I have read in a long long time. Absoulutely amazing. You and Britt are friends for life , and such beautiful memories you all have ! πŸ™‚

    Fantastic photos especially the one of you after the climb up … how brave to go so close to the edge.. well it looks like it to me !!

  5. Ooops forgot to say that Father-in-law looks fantastic for his age … Well done to him .. for looking after himself so well. We must take a leaf out of his book πŸ™‚

  6. Your climb of Pulpit Rock-my heart started beating faster just looking at it. At the half way, not sure of my decision. But you took it in stride and finished….and with new jeans. Glad your tumble was not tooooo bad~.

  7. Brava for your Pulpit Rock climb! Wonderful pictures. The cairns of little stones turn up in places like Scotland and on the Appalachian Trail, too. They’re a kind of trail-marker, I think, as well as “I was here.”

  8. I have wanted to go to Norway since I was a little girl. When we were in Mauritania I knew a couple of Norwegians, and yes, their names were spelled nothing like I would have guessed πŸ™‚ Gorgeous, gorgeous pics!

  9. Words fail me at the sight of Pulpit Rock! I’ve seen it in a post by Britt-Arnhild once too…so high and scary! I could never have made it up there though, as much as I truly would love to see that view. Maybe by helicopter!

    And what beauty among the fjords…I think one could spend a long time floating along on that glassy water.

    For some reason, the little piles of rock remind me of seals sunning themselves…if you kinda squint at them.

    So..are you going to tell us how to pronounce Terje’s name? I’m very curious now!

  10. I do recall when Britt-Arnild climbed Pulpit Rock and shared the experience with us. What a wonderful feat for you and Maurice to climb this beautiful natural cliff and then have the energy to jump on the top! Thank goodness you rolled gracefully on the way down and that your injuries were minor – no broken bones!!!!

    Looks like a great road trip – making memories and enjoying Scandinavia by car will enable you to see to much. Terje’s dad is amazing – all the family appear to be strong and love the outdoor life, bravo!

    Have a fabulous time Linda – and go easy on those knees!
    Hugs – Mary

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