So, if you don't want to walk about a kilometer up the serpentine road to the glacier, there is also this option for tourists.
You will be delivered there in the best possible condition,
and back.
And if you've got the strength and the guts, it's better to stomp your feet. In the mountains, no turn in the road is ever the same. You want to hang in one place forever, like an eagle in the sky, soaking up everything around you.
In some places the walking path narrows almost to a path, passing by giant stones.
The nature of this pothole from the Little Ice Age remains a mystery to me.
Nice couloir.
There are areas with gentle cliffs that are perfect for children and adults to run along.
About halfway along the trail, the road comes close to a waterfall of impressive size and power. There's no escape from the spray. The rocks closest to the stream are covered in a thick carpet of slippery moss.
A view of the waterfall from a higher vantage point. A rainbow stretched across the bridge. The sun finally overcame the haze and clouds.
Throughout our journey through Norway, we encountered these man-made pyramids. There were especially many of them on the way to the glacier. A Norwegian rock garden.
We didn't even notice we'd reached the glacier. The scale and impact are impossible to capture in photographs. And next to the glacier, the air temperature drops sharply, as if opening the door of a giant freezer.
The glacier feeds a river that runs down and adds to the charm of the landscape.
Nature has done everything possible to inspire people to invent trolls. Just look at the rocks, and your imagination conjures up bizarre creatures.
You can spend an infinite amount of time at the glacier. It makes sense to avoid planning any other tourist activities for the day and return whenever your heart desires.
But you still have to go back. It's faster and more fun to do it from the mountain than up. And the beauty remains.
It turns out that a love of sunflower seeds isn't unique to Russians. This fact once again confirms that we are all brothers and sisters.
And almost at the exit, goats and roe deer entered the landscape.
Brixdal Pastoral.
Source: travel.ru