18.05 Skogarvoss, waterfalls and rapids a plenty; a rugged fairyland.
Location, location, location—works every time. At the top of Skogarvoss, a rugged fairyland. Snack time in the rock nests, for the little ones. A little patience helps the photographer. Our first night in the tent proved to be a success. For reasons unfathomable, the sun shone from the moment we began setting up our shelter until after breakfast the next morning. We took advantage of the situation and developed a working system for the weeks to follow. It’s quite simple. We arrive in a town which might have a population from less than a hundred to a few thousand. We register, pay our fees, inquire how the shower facilities work and then proceed to erect our house. In the morning, we dismantle our home, pack it into a small carry-bag, strip the beds, squeeze them into a sack each, fit the house, beds, pillows into a luggage bag, pack the car and move to the next destination. We are extremely grateful that we don’t have to disassemble the motor car. Jenni has no id...