Norway - Skarsfos and Lotefos
( Originally Published 1907 )
Direction—We are facing east. Surroundings—Other craggy hills are behind us and at our right. The little river is bending around to flow nearly north toward Odde at the head of the fjord.
This is Norway all over ! Nothing could be more characteristic than the way those ledges push their bare elbows out through the thin, ragged earth—"the bones of the earth" old Norse poets used to call them. Just such stone bridges span tumbling streams in hundreds of places up and down the land. Passengers crossing this particular bridge sometimes find the spray from the falls blowing across the road like a summer shower.
That horse is headed as if his passengers were going up through the Seljestad gorge and over to Roldalthe way by which we have just come.
But we shall turn in the opposite direction and visit Odde, the famous haven of summer excursionists. Do not fail to find on the map the location of our next standpoint. The spot is marked with a red 39 at the southern end of a long, narrow inlet of the sea—the Sorfjord, an arm of Hardangerfjord. The water-way is so crooked and so far reaching that the upper end of it might almost be taken for a lake. Observe, too, what the diverging red lines tell about the out-look we are going to have ; we shall see some distance down the fjord, but the view will be cut off by mountains. The left-hand line reaches as far as the Folgefond, that same snowy table-land which we saw from farther back near Seljestad.