Mountain Farms Mantled in Mist

Mist did not make itself scarce on our Norwegian vacation in the August of 2016. Our grand plans of hiking Trolltunga – and jumping at the end of the troll’s tongue while aiming not to fall off it – was interrupted by adverse weather. For as you know, it is not a good idea to set out on a hike in slippery conditions when you would need to be hoiked midway through the hike. Airlifts have indeed taken place a few times in Trolltunga. Let me assure you: the authorities do not shower you with kind looks and cupcakes when you are an utter git.

I am a git at the best of times. But I did have the experience of climbing boulders on the way to Pulpit Rock and that made me think twice. Despite all my hankering for Trolltunga, I did bow down to the wayward weather deities. There is no fighting nature for she will have her say. I made plans instead for us to hike up to a mountain farm high above one of the fjords, Simadalsfjord.

“If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.” Woody Allen could not have put it better. The weather gods have powers of prescience, I am told. My plans were foiled again.

It was drizzling and it had rained heavily all through the day before. Double drama. We had to abandon all thoughts of the steep climb to Kjeåsen Mountain Farm. The other way up was to drive up a winding road that was constructed in the 1970s — maybe to allow people like me a route into this mountain farm which has been declared the most inaccessible one in the world. No you hike-loving twat, it was built keeping in mind the need for hydroelectricity development. 

The road up a one-way tunnel runs for 3-odd miles, but what it lacks for in length, it makes up in steepness. The tunnel comes across as dark as a subterranean passage because of the lack of lighting. How do they avoid vehicles locking lips here? The authorities have put out strict timings. You can go up at slots that start dot on the hour (such as 9am, 10am, 11am…). The journey down begins at 9.30am, 10.30am…You get the drill. The latest time till which you can drive up is 5pm. There are a handful of people who still live up there on Kjeåsen.

We passed through Hardangerbru, the suspension bridge that spans the length of Eidfjorden (a branch of Hardangerfjorden), and stopped at the hamlet of Eidfjord for a coffee break before we carried on up to Kjeåsen. It was a quiet community – all of 950 people share it between themselves. 

Mountains towered above us, lush beacons of goodness, slender waterfalls tracing their paths down the steep slopes as we wandered around Eidfjord and paused at the port where cruise ships stop before entering Norway’s largest national park, Hardangervidda. I shall take you into its open barrenness in the next post. I will throw in some trolls too to make it good.

Mists hang low over the fjords


The mist rolled in and out
In the hamlet of Eidfjord
Mesmerised by the mountains that loom over Eidfjord
Winding roads that lead to the old mountain farm


Be sure to say hello to his bearded contemplative personality and spare some tobacco
The hamlet sits by a branch of the Hardangerfjorden
Views from Eidfjord of the surrounding mountains and the tiny communities
The area around Simadal Power Plant in the valley below the farm
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Gushing falls
Mountains around Sima Power Plant

When we reached the foot of the road near Sima Power Plant, we were part of a queue of cars that had lined up to start the one-way journey on the hour. The cars have to maintain German-sharp timelines. After a tortuous drive (which is still less crazier than the Scafell Pike drive in the Lake District of England), we were walking through wild fields.

Veils of mist hung above us. As we carried on climbing, the mountain tops appeared to let off steam. Ancient, all-imposing.

For 400 years, the farm has had inhabitants who eked out their existence from the rich soil and forests through hunting and fishing. The story goes that the farms which stand in solitary glory at the top of the mountains were built during a lengthy period spanning three decades. The hardy people who lived there had to carry planks of wood, stone and building materials up the slopes. Their children had to attend school in Simadal below in summer. They lived with their relatives in the valley during the winter months when the paths leading up and down the mountains became too risky for them to chart. I could almost feel the sorrow that would have filled their tiny hearts as they pined away for their folks and the spectacular place they called home.

High above the fjord, shivering in the cold, we walked past the farm and stared at the surrounding mountains which plunged into the fjord. The waters were not smoky blue or steely grey. They were on the brink of turning a deep bluish-green.







Fjords, mountains, mists, waterfalls, lonely farms. We were caught in the clutches of time.





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Arundhati Basu

The great affair in my life is to travel. I count myself immensely fortunate that my partner shares this passion. We are a team that likes to spend time planning and plotting out places to go. Destination check, flights check, accommodation check, cheesy grins check. Off we go.

79 thoughts on “Mountain Farms Mantled in Mist

  1. Incredibly beautiful images, Dippy!! They are so moody and cooling. I feel like putting my front head on the monitor to feel the fresh air and cool down as I follow in your steps. Aaaaah, wonderful, it works. It’S boling hot in the Rhine Valley 38,5°, phew.
    Hugs coming your way from all four of us.
    Tomorrow we’re in Norway too! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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    1. Thank you! Aw I have heard that it is steamy hot…well you get to cool yourselves tomorrow in the wonderful Norwegian air then, tomorrow. Something to be said for having multiple homes. You can time your escapes 🙂 Hugs sent right back!

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      1. Non non, a library please! Even though there be a personal cubbyhole at home. It is my place of refuge for when I feel low. Seeing that others find their solace in books too 🙂 I cannot pass up on coffee shops. Something about them gets me going. Maybe all those desserts and the sight of others tucking into them along with me. Sinning together is better 😛 xx

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      1. My daughter and son-in-law went on a backpacking trip in Europe. Flew into Norway then went south all the way the Athens, then went back north to Ireland and London? before flying home! So I hope to go to Norway. Can the northern light be seen in Norway?

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      2. Oh yes it can. The best place to see it is Oslo or you go to the Lofoten Islands which is a dream destination for me. Someday maybe I shall make my way there. Your daughter and son-in-law had quite the adventure I am sure. The stories they must have had…xx

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      3. Oh yes, she lost her wallet and called me in the middle of the night our time. My phone was downstairs. She got a hold of Will’s mom. Then in one country, they missed the train, too late to find a hotel and slept in the train station! They had quite an adventure!


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  3. Wow! Now this is one of those adventurous hikes I’d love to take! The very last picture is my favorite, that’s a beautiful shot! Mist sure did help making these photos come out so nice?

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      1. Oh no, exactly the opposite! It looks so perfect!
        I can’t stand warm sunny places with no scenery. Norway looks like the kind of place I would never want to leave. 😉

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    1. Thank you Kathrin 🙂 I just swung by your blog and realised that you are moving to London. Wish you all the best with it, moving countries is Big, but I think you will love it and Skye will be at hand. xx

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  4. The mountains in Norway are always so impressive and have magnetic appeal for me. Mesmerizing photos that make me long for Norway again. One can really see the shape of the trolls faces with their bulbous noses in the mountains. These mountain farms are spectacular but life must have been very hard. A wonderful place to visit.

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    1. As you observe Amanda, they are magnetic. I feel the same pull towards their magnificent presence, and oh, if only one could turn back time. I think of it all the time. I like the way you imagine trolls staring back at you from those mountains with their impressive folds. Their bulbous noses…no wonder I have a weakness for trolls! 😉 Thank you for drawing me back to these posts and a singularly delightful time. xx

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