Along the way, we saw this mountain (we believe it is Uranostind) and it reminded us of the Matterhorn.

En chemin, nous avons vu cette montagne (que nous pensons être Uranostind) et trouvons qu’elle ressemble au Cervin.
Along the way, we saw this mountain (we believe it is Uranostind) and it reminded us of the Matterhorn.

En chemin, nous avons vu cette montagne (que nous pensons être Uranostind) et trouvons qu’elle ressemble au Cervin.
Our hike from Finse to Sognefjell lasted twelve days and we thoroughly enjoyed it. We are slowly catching up with our posts….
Although we were to hike another two days, these are the last photos of big, open views, as the rest was walked under rain and mist.
Notre randonnée de Finse à Sognefjell a duré douze jours et nous l’avons énormément appréciée. Nous rattrapons lentement notre retard dans les posts….
Bien que nous ayons marché deux jours de plus, ces photos montrent les dernières vues de grands espaces ouverts : elles ont disparu dans la pluie et la brume les deux dernières journées.
We spent a couple of nights at Fondsbu: it poured rain continuously for 24+ hours and the food was, again, fresh and tasty.
The old settlement of Eidsbugarden is preserved and old houses are decorated with fine carvings.
Cabins offer a real refuge from the sometimes hostile environment.
The manned huts propose delicious, local food and have sitting rooms where people can chat, play games or read mountain-theme magazines.
These photos show un-manned huts. They are often small and there are always two. Should one burn down, there will still be a shelter for travellers. They are cute and cosy and very well-equipped.
All huts have many spare mattresses, there is no booking system but no one will be turned away. One hut has become legendary as it managed to host nearly 135 people when it offers 35 beds.
The sun was again with us as we went down to a road and back up again on the other side of the valley, passing through a birch forest, the first trees we have seen in a week. A few lakes and valleys later, the panorama opened on to some higher mountains. The hut was, again, ideally situated by a lake.
After a sunny, short hiking day, we had a longer 7.5-hour hike day, with menacing skies, strong winds, river crossings and our first sighting of wild reindeers.
Après une courte journée bien ensoleillée, une journée plus longue, 7h30 de marche, sous des cieux menaçants, bourrasques, traversées de rivières et notre première rencontre avec des rennes.
Cairns, piles of stones to mark the trail, are taken to new heights in Norway.
People are requested not to add or remove stones as the cairns are built for maximum stability and visibility. And it works: in rocky terrain, when we cannot see the red T of the trail, the elaborate shape of the cairns show us the way. In open plains, we can see them one after the other.
A beautiful sunny, windless day, when lakes become mirrors for the surrounding mountains.
Leaving the hut/farm, we went through a green valley, then many others with snow, lakes, rocks before arriving at a pretty little un-manned cabin, sitting by a lake.












Une journée ensoleillée, sans vent, ce qui transforme les lacs en miroirs pour les montagnes environnantes.
En quittant la ferme-cabane, nous avons remonté une vallée très verte, puis d’autres rocailleuses, enneigées, vu de nombreux lacs avant d’arriver à une petite hutte non gardée.
When we got to our second cabin, we asked the guardian what she thought of our itinerary and whether she had comments or suggestions.
We learned that we would arrive a week later in the middle of a music festival and that all accommodation and camping spots would be full.
We kept on, unsure of whether we would, at some stage, take a bus and go to another area.
A couple of days later, we decided to stay a second night at a hut that doubles as a summer mountain farm, where the food is good and fresh, the company was pleasant and where we watched the same scenery change with the light.
We left under clear blue skies, rested and knowing we would arrive after the music festival had finished.
Quand nous sommes arrivés dans la deuxième cabane, nous avons demandé à la gardienne ce qu’elle pensait de notre itinéraire et si elle avait des suggestions ou commentaires.
Elle nous a alors informés qu’un festival de musique se déroule chaque année à Fondsbu, et que nous y arriverions une semaine plus tard le samedi et qu’il n’y aurait aucun logement ni emplacement de camping. Nous avons continué, en nous demandant si nous allions prendre un bus pour une autre région.
Deux jours plus tard, nous décidions de rester une deuxième nuit dans une cabane-ferme de montagne. La nourriture y est fraîche et goûteuse, la compagnie était agréable et nous avons regardé le paysage changer avec la lumière. Nous sommes repartis, reposés, sous le soleil avec la certitude que le festival de musique à Fondsbu serait terminé à notre arrivée.