Norway is huge, and there are thousands — millions? — of steep descents to be found. But as I was out for a walk today, I came to the “old road” and realized that it captures the essence of descent for my tiny part of this big country.
The old road has three sharp twists and turns. It’s no longer in use as a road since the mountain was dynamited and the main road was put in (which is still not wide enough for two cars in some places), but it’s used as a wide walking path, and my husband remembers riding on a bus on this twisting old road when he was a teenager in the late 1960’s … sitting in the back, “hanging” off the edge of the road.
We’ve had a lot of rain, and the run off from the roads, rocks, and mountain of this area created a musical accompaniment as it meandered next to and under the old road, and descended down towards the fjord.
You know the worse thing about descent? The ascent that comes after it to get home.
Obviously, my camera was out often, much to my labrador’s frustration. She wasn’t happy having to stop and wait for me every time I saw a new angle to capture through the lens!