The other day I posted a photo on Instagram saying how sometimes walking around here I feel like I’m inside a beautiful painting.
Well, this blog post is basically just an extended version of that post, because on this particular journey into Hardangervidda I totally went all Oprah, turning to every mountain and hill “You could be a painting! And you could be a painting! And you could be a painting!”
I don’t know, maybe I’ve seen too many oil paintings of this landscape, or maybe Hardangervidda really is just a little unreal in its beauty.
Last week my parents and grandmother visited and we did something we have been talking about for ages but never actually done: we took a ferry into M?svatn, a nearby lake that cuts into Hardangervidda, the largest plateau of its kind in Europe. So like, the views weren’t the worst.
It’s almost a little frustrating living nearby so much beautiful nature, because it definitely makes me want to drop everything and just frolic through the mountains for, oh I don’t know, the rest of my life? Work, who needs that?
The lakeside is dotted with colorful cottages and even a few farms – only accessible by boat in the summer until the lake freezes again and you can drive on it.
We sailed into a raincloud as we approached Mogen, which should have been annoying but somehow just made the landscape look even more magical to me.
So I don’t really have more of a point to this blog post than to say, oh hey, Norway is really pretty.
Don’t you think?
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