Geirangerfjord, with its dramatic peaks and plunging waterfalls, is possibly the crown jewels of all the fjords. We took a little powerboat out for a ride, feeling dwarfed by the steep mountains surrounding us.
This famous cascading waterfall is called the Seven Sisters.
Across from it is a lone waterfall called the Suitor.
We did a little fishing, but unfortunately didn’t reel anything in. We came sooo close to landing this 2-foot cod, but just as my husband was getting ready to pull him into the boat, the line snapped and he got away. I tell you, meals were so expensive that I’ve never wanted to catch a fish more in my life.
After the boat ride, we spent the rest of the day gazing at Geirangerfjord from various viewpoints on Ørnevegen (the Eagle Road), a road of 11 hairpin turns that climbs 2,000 feet (620 meters) above sea level. The views from here are staggering.
I agree htmb - even the cruise ship looks like a toy! Your photos with the reflections are too beautiful Nycgirl! The air must have been very still. That makes me think how sound travels across water like that - far off sounds coming straight at you.
Hey, I'm back! Sorry for disappearing for so long. Things have been really hectic for me, but I've been meaning to finish what I started.
We visited the small island of Runde, home to over 240 species of birds. I was eagerly anticipating the sight of one bird in particular: the Atlantic Puffin. We parked the car and hiked over the island’s muddy hills to reach the craggy cliffs where the puffins nest this time of year. A few photographers, toting some seriously extravagant equipment, were already waiting.
We had perfect timing. Before long, I saw hundreds of small dark shapes whizzing through the air. As they got closer, I caught a glimpse of colorful beaks and bright orange feet. Soon they began landing on the rocks all around me. The puffins were done feeding in the sea for the day and were coming to their nests, where they probably had eggs waiting for them.
Puffins are proficient swimmers and can dive to depths of 200 feet (61 meters). They are also remarkable flyers, flapping their wings up to 400 times per minute and reaching speeds of 55 miles (88 km) an hour. I couldn’t get a good shot of them in the air because they zoomed around so fast.
Not far from Runde Island is a small fishing town called Alesund. Its history dates back to the period of Vikings, but most of the buildings you see date from the early 20th century. That's because in 1904 a terrible fire razed the town, leaving about 10,000 people homeless. Alesund rose from the ashes, though; it was rebuilt in the Art Noveau style that was en vogue at the time and today it is one of the prettiest towns in Norway.
Here and there throughout town you can see commemorations of the year 1904, like on this manhole cover.
You can climb or drive to the top of Mount Aksla for a panoramic view of Alesund's colorful buildings, with the Sunnmøre Alps in the distance.
Nycgirl...where to start? All the words that came to mind were used by everyone else...breathtaking, beautiful, stunning, works of art. You have a special gift for creating such extraordinary photos, thank you for sharing them with us.
Now tell me...Alesund is really a miniature toy town made of cardboard, the statue pic is a set for a movie and the puffin is a plastic toy sold as a souvenir...Right? he he he
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You have a special gift for creating such extraordinary photos, thank you for sharing them with us.
Thank you for the kind words. I'll be sure to pass them along to my husband because most of the photos are his. I wish I could take credit. I am sure that I took a few of the puffin photos, though. And the manhole covers are definitely mine.
[quote I was eagerly anticipating the sight of one bird in particular: the Atlantic Puffin. We parked the car and hiked over the island’s muddy hills to reach the craggy cliffs where the puffins nest this time of year.
A truly wonderful photo essay! Magnificent photos and a real eye-opener for me. I am curious about the area you photographed those beautiful puffins. The puffins we saw in Scotland off the isle of Mull, nested in burrows like rabbits. We were told not to venture anywhere near these holes in the grass and if we would like to get closer we had to crawl and lie on your stomach to displace the weight. I was wondering if the Atlantic Puffin has a different nesting habit, and so I googled it and found this: www.nhptv.org/natureworks/atlanticpuffin.htm
These had burrows, too, but I couldn't get a good look. There was a rope around the path that we weren't allowed to cross, but the puffins didn't seem shy about landing pretty close by.
There probably weren't any chicks in the burrows at the time, or else the parents would have been carrying fish for them. Puffins don't regurgitate their food, they cram their beaks with as much fish as they can carry. That's a sight I would have liked to see.