Part of the path along the further side (to us) of lake Bergetjønn.
The far side of lake Bergetjønn. Mount Svulten in the background to the left.
A view of lake Bergetjønn from the far side. Bjørnhollia just visible. Taken from the cliffside on our way up to higher ground on the far side.
A view of mount Musvollkampen from the top of the cliff on the far side of lake Bergetjønn.
My mother on the top of the cliff, with lake Bergetjønn in the background. It's great for fishing, btw. :-)
A view towards Bjørnhollia from the top of the cliff.
We never bring anything to drink, because there are lots of brooks and streams along the way with wonderfully clean and cold water in them. We just bring little wooden cups to drink from. This is mine. It's ridiculously small ... but that's for a reason. We all had these cups made for us by my grandfather, my mother's father. He was a very talented woodcarver and he made (among many other things) these cups for everyone in the family. But then he died when I was only six years old. So my cup is made for the size my hand was when he knew me ... he never had the chance to make a bigger cup for an older and bigger me. There are lots of other wooden cups I could use, if I wanted to ... but I always use this one, because this is the one that he made for me. :-(
This is an old shieling, built entirely of stone, that is at about the halfway point on the way to the valley. We normally take a little break there. Fun story: this place was built as a shieling by some farmers from the Atna Valley (where Solvang is), but it isn't in the East Valley (which the Atna Valley is part of), it is in the Gudbrand Valley (the borders are tricky up there), and when people from the latter heard about this shieling they immediately set out to make sure it wasn't used by those pesky East Valley fellows. And it never was. It was never used by anyone from the Gudbrand Valley either - they didn't want it for themselves, they just didn't want anyone else to have it. (Typical!!! ;-) So it was just left to fall down for now almost a century. Oy vey ...
Finally, down in the valley.
My mother on the opposite side of the valley. She thought it seemed safer, but ...
... ended up having to cross the little river on the valley floor. She made it across OK, but wasn't entirely convinced of that when she set out. ;-)
Me climbing the waterfall.
A view of the first part of the valley, seen from the waterfall.
A view of the second part of the valley.
A view across the mountain plateau just after we got back up there from the valley. Mount Musvollkampen in the center of the image.
A view of mount Musvollkampen from the nearer side (to us) of lake Bergetjønn.