A couple of weeks ago, we went for a walk across a flat plain near our cabin in the mountains.
It’s not terribly high, I think about 1,000 metres. To the west you can see the Jotunheimen mountains national park:
We were walking towards this hole in the ground, called Dørfallet or “door falls”. I don’t know what it has to do with doors, at first I thought it was “Dødfallet”, or “deathfalls”, which would make more sense:
It’s a deep canyon,
where the rock has been eroded
by a little mountain stream, the kind they used to deploy in menthol cigarette advertising:
I’m one of those people who are very fond of rocks, and I was reminded of these cracks when I watched the video of Jon Piasecki and Stone River that I keep mentioning.
It’s hard to get a feeling for the scale in any of these pictures, they really need Topsy in them.
All the surrounding land is covered with this very pretty…
lichen:
The lichen is covering marshland, and you can suddenly find you’re in up to your waist. In our case, it was only ankles.
Then we went home.
This is a damp path, not a stream. It was on the way home that we met the sheep in the previous post.