On the fourth day we hiked for seven hours (crampons, ice picks, the works!) and tried ice climbing on a glacier. Day five we met our guide and two Lebanese groupmates for our overnight kayaking trip down the Sognefjord, packed our provided gear into our kayaks, and set out. We glamped (glamorous camping with so. much. good. food.) a night and then kayaked further down the fjord on day six before paddling all 18 kilometers back to where we started. Day seven was an 8-hour, scenic train ride back to Oslo for our flights home the next morning.
We took a boat across a small lake to near the base of the glacier, schlepping our gear with us.
After about an hour of hiking up to and onto the glacier, our guide poked some bits of metal into the top of a cliff, threw some rope down, and stood on belay while we climbed up and rappelled down. Isaac went first.
Everyone but me made it to the top, including Mom, hip problems and all. I wasn’t too thrilled to climb up something while having to rely on crampons and ice picks instead of hands and toes to pull me up. No fun.
There were a few ice tunnels to be climbed through.
Roped together and all our helmets at jaunty angles. We made quite a picture.
Recovery ice cream.
Our campsite view.
Isaac and Ben found wild blueberries.
There was much rock skipping.
Waiting for the train.