Today we headed north. First stop was Fossatun, a combination waterfall and Troll path. Yes, I said Trolls. There is evidently a local tale of trolls at this location, so several troll statues have been set around. The surrounding area was gorgeous in the sun and storm clouds.
Hraunafoss and Barnafoss were next, and well worth the trip for that alone. Gorgeous falls! Gray mafias was spectacular. Barnafoss was a bit underwhelming.
Then we drove around stunning fjords while the sun played hide and seek. We walked down to a beach to explore.
And then we came to Glymur.
5.5 km round trip hike. Jason bowed out but I wanted to try it. I did take his cane to help. I wasn’t the oldest person on the trail by far, but I was definitely the fattest.
It was a rough trail. I forded three streams without a qualm. When my camera battery died, I shrugged, as I had my phone for photos. I almost turned back at the trail down through the cave. I marshalled across the river where I had to cross on a log!
I was about 9/10 of the way. I could see the top of the falls. I could hear it. But I was halted by a steep path up the side of a mountain, slick with rain. There was a rope, but I chickened out. I might, just might have gotten up. I would never have gotten down again.
Right after I turned around, I watched a teenage boy literally scamper up the bloody thing.
So, with a sigh at my failure, I returned. The whole Hike of Failure took me about an hour and a half.
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