Driving to Narvik

It is only about 40km from Abisko to the Norwegian border and some kilometers from there to Narvik which is the closest reasonable size Norwegian city. Primarily an industrial town where iron ore is moved from rail cars to ships, fishing, and equipment sales/repair are key. Tourism isn’t all that big a deal here. Like the majority of western Norwegian towns, especially those north of the arctic circle, Narvik is on a Fjord….

So anyway – we left around sunrise (i.e. before 1000) and returned after sunset (1500) which means that there are not all that many hours of daylight.

sunlight translates to rose colors and less blues

Our first stop along the way? More reindeer inside a corral covered in frost. This herd was mostly yearlings.

and otherwise just watching out the window

once past the border we also happened to be over the ridge and headed toward the Fjords. One has to remember that this means the Atlantic Ocean, salt water and open water. It also was significantly warmer than Abisko (like 25*C warmer although it was still below freezing….)

then there are some of my favorite things – bridges –

of course, although you might not agree – we decided that this particular mountain looked

like Falkor*

.

(your reference is Micheal Ende’s Die unendliche Geschichte)

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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2 Responses to Driving to Narvik

  1. Mary S says:

    Do you think that Falkar fell asleep there and froze? Or is he waiting for the story to start again?

    • Holly Doyne says:

      No idea, but I just kept looking at that location and someone else in the group pegged the similarity. Hiding in the mountains of Norway near one of the Fjords makes a strange bit of sense

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