Another sunny, beautiful day in this Arctic paradise. I was up and our early this morning for a drive toward Henningsvaer, a popular small town across Storfjorden, as the crow flies; however, as a car drives, it’s along the coast at the base of the mountains and it normally takes about 45 minutes. I know, from experience, that if you have a van full of photographers, it takes about 4 hours!
Along the way, just before Horn, I saw a group of 5 photographers in a field shooting the early morning mist lit up by the sun. I stopped the car and went to join them, but I saw that a couple of the people had walked further into the field to photograph a tree in the mist. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but they were in the way of everyone else’s shots. Dumb twits! That’s one of the problems with leading a group – inevitably, there’s at least 1 person who doesn’t take others into consideration. When I bring groups over here, I remind them each morning that they have to be mindful of others and let everyone take a turn getting into a prime position to get a particular shot vs. parking yourself and staying there. Generally, it goes well, but if someone is showing signs of ‘dumb’, I tell them, “Every one is doing really well taking the others into consideration except for 1 person and they know who they are.”. That gets them thinking and behaving right….for a while.
But I digress. After crossing the bridge over Sundklakkstraumen, onto the island of Gimsøy, and instead of continuing to Henningsvaer, I turned left toward the small villages of Vik and Vinje. There’s a very distinct, landmark mountain on Gimsøy: Hoven. Actually the only mountain on the north end of the island, so it really stands out. As I drove toward Vinje, with Hoven ahead of me on the left, I came up some small lakes, or tidal pools, that were like mirrors and the mountain was reflected perfectly in them. Photo time!
On to Vinje. Nothing of interest there, so I turned around and headed across the north end of the island toward Vik.
Again, not much there, but I walked into a field to get another shot of Hoven, from a different direction. Off in the distance, along the road in front of the mountain, is the old, abandoned house, which was painted several years ago by Norwegian street artist, Pøbel. People on the photo tours enjoy stoping there for photos and it’s a good spot to get a group photo.
I took a couple of other side roads on the return trip, but didn’t find anything worthwhile. I was back at the house about 4 hours later, just in time for lunch: ‘lapskaus’ – a traditional seaman’s stew, likely dating back to the Vikings. Unfortunately, it’s in a can and not the great homemade kind my Mom used to make. Incidentally, that’s where the term ‘scouser’ comes from, which is slang for someone from Liverpool, England.
Later on in the afternoon, about 5:00, I took the 1/2 hour drive to the beach at Maryland to catch the sunset. I was hoping for some waves lapping up on shore and against the rocks as well as the setting sun’s red/orange glow on the distant mountains at Utakleiv and Haukland. I wasn’t expecting to get the full sunset, since I know it would be block by a mountain wall, but the glow on the water and the beach was perfect. I stayed there for 2 hours and didn’t see another soul! Glorious!!
I checked the Aurora forecast when I got home and it looked really promising. Shortly after, I got a text message from Hans confirming the report. He came over and we walked down to the boathouses at the end of Naustveien, where I’m staying. The report was right: absolutely stunning!! I ended up with a ton of photos to pour over and I stayed up until almost 2:00 AM working on a few.
Another great day!!