It was time to leave our cozy cabin on the Sognefjord and head north. I am quite positive that any search for directions in Norway via Google Maps results in a squiggly line that can’t possible be the quickest route…but, alas, due to intervening fjords and mountains, it usually is. This was such the case in our travels to Lillehammer.

But we had all day, so the circuitous route was no problem. We stopped by another stave church (post coming soon), which Birk and I explored. Bridget and Bjorn were “stave-churched-out” by now.

The boathouses of Vik are a colorful lot.

Our lodging for the night was adjacent to the downtown railroad station (in fact it was called the Stasjon Hotel), and this was my worst lodging decision of the trip. Not that it was noisy, it was not, but that it was basically a youth hostel with some marginally nicer private rooms. Tiny and spartan.

I had been to Lillehammer on two occasions before…both in winter. Once was for the 1994 Winter Olympics; a joyous and enthusiastic gathering. I don’t think the world has ever seen so many Norwegian flags and hand-knit sweaters in one spot! I was mesmerized by the whole spectacle, and took in ski jumping (Espen Bredeson!), the 4x10k Nordic Relay (Norwegian men losing by a hair to Italy…You’ve never heard such a loud silence), the downhill (Åmodt), speed skating (American Dan Jansen). Okay, enough reminiscing…back to 2025.

To celebrate that Olympic history we decided to try the Olympic bobsled run in nearby Hunderfoss. I guess we got to the site early as no one was around. The place looked abandoned. Finally some workers drifted in and we signed our lives away with waivers. A short van ride to the top I found out that our Bobsled driver was not actually a bobsledder himself. Okaaay.

After putting on heavy duty helmets, we were given instruction on how to enjoy the 65km per hour ride down a curvy track while pulling 3Gs of force! “Keep your chin up” was basically the only instructions.

I’m not going to lie…I did not enjoy the ride. It was 90 seconds of unpleasantness for me.  My helmeted head banging off the roll cage with every turn. Bridget and Birk really loved the experience though.

Later, while chatting with my relatives in Trondheim, Jan related that a couple of his work colleagues had done the same ride and both had gotten injured, resulting in a few months of chiropractic work. Yikes!

We made our way back to the outskirts of Lillehammer to visit Maihaugen, possibly Norway’s best outdoor folk museum. But first we had to take a spin through the Olympic Museum that is housed in the Maihaugen interpretive center. Being Olympic nerds and a skiing family, it was quite cool to see familiar names from past Olympics.

Maihaugen was the brainchild of Anders Sandvig a Lillehammer dentist who started buying up and preserving old farm buildings in the late 1800s. He was not a wealthy man, so he eventually gifted the buildings to the town.

Over 200 buildings dot the expansive and hilly site. Maihaugen is especially blessed with many early log farm buildings (1600s to 1800s). Laced with walking paths, you wander between a mountain farm to a fishing village to a blacksmith shop, even to a 1950s suburb. They have two historic “crown jewels” on the grounds: the 1200s Garmo stave church and Queen Sonia’s childhood home; both moved to the site from their original spots.

Bridget and the boys went off on their own as they knew I would linger far too long at the log barns.

We reconvened after a couple hours and all agreed it was well worth a half-day visit. I think we could have made a full day of Maihaugen! I even bought the book that contains details on most of the buildings because I didn’t have time to read all the signage.

NEXT—Norway #6

My Norwegian Family; Røros to Trondheim

July 1

You can only sit on the porch of your idyllic cabin and stare at amazing fjord scenery for so long. Time to get out and experience the surrounding villages!

But getting anywhere in Norway’s fjord country is a circuitous experience; no direct routes here! We first had to drive around our little arm of the fjord to Dragsvik and then catch a car ferry across the fjord to Vangsnes via Hella. You just learn to go slow and enjoy the journey because you won’t get anywhere fast. And the scenery is postcard perfect everywhere you go here so the time goes quickly.

In Vik I wanted us to experience a couple medieval churches: the wooden Hopperstad stavkirkke (stave church) from 1130 AD and the stone Hove church (1170 AD). [I will combine all our stave church experiences into one post so won’t get into detail on Hopperstad here].

From the website of the National Trust of Norway (who has owned the church since 2019:

Hove is one of the oldest stone churches in Norway. The church was erected on land owned by the large farm Hove. It is small, but its exquisite forms show that it was built for a wealthy owner. [After the “modern” Vik Lutheran Church was built in 1877, the stone Hove] church was at risk of being torn down. Architect Peter Andreas Blix (1831–1901) bought it with his own money in 1880 and started extensive restoration work. This church is a monument to the man who saved it.

When architect Blix was in charge of the restoration of Håkon’s Hall in Bergen, he was offered soapstone from Hove church, which was to be (demolished). Blix bought the church to prevent it being torn down, and he restored it according to his own plans and funded the work himself. The church interior is characterized by Blix’s choices, and the decor and furnishings reflect how he imagined the church may have looked in the Middle Ages. The church walls are covered in colorful decoration, and the nave has a dado painted in imitation ashlar. The chancel is lavishly decorated. The altar area is framed by a painted ashlar pattern, and the ceiling of the dome above the altar is painted in a vivid blue like the sky with sun and moon. The medieval stone altar is preserved, and the altar stone contains a reliquary covered by a slab of marble. Blix owned the church at the time of his death in 1901 and is buried beneath the church floor.

It is naïve of me to think the interior would have survived from the Middle Ages, but knowing the interior was recreated from the mind of an 1800s architect takes a bit of the awe away. But the stone shell itself is original and that is what is really impressive to someone like me, from America, where a building from the early 1800s is considered ancient.

You walk from church to church along a pleasant path bordering a creek and skirting some farms. Friendly cows and cats enjoy some petting from the passerbys.

An hour and a half drive up and over a mountain and back down to sea level brought us to Gudvangen at the tip of the world famous Nærøyfjord, which is a UNESCO World Heritage site. It’s actually hard to drive the last 10km to town since your are trying to take in the magnificent scenery in this steep-sided and very narrow valley. Many people enjoy the boat leg of the Norway in a Nutshell tour down this fjord.

We were also here to visit “Viking Valley,” a pseudo Viking village populated by reenactors. It is a bit cheesy, but overall a fun experience. It is NOT a historic site. I wish we would have taken the guided tour from one of the costumed interpreters. We eavesdropped on one guide and his tale of the incredible importance of a sword to a Viking, and the difficulty in making one. The day-to-day existence of a Viking family is what is portrayed here.

The gift shop has really high quality merch and is worth a visit…no “rubber swords” here.

It was now late afternoon, but since it is basically light until 11pm we decided to push on to the tiny and remote town of Undredal. It is famous for its locally produced goat cheese (gjetost) but we just wanted dinner.

Winding your way down to the fjord through town you can stop at the adorable white and red Undredal Stave Church, the smallest in Norway (more about this in a future post).

We ate down by the harbor and enjoyed the view of the old fishing boat shacks along the fjord. An ultramodern passenger ferry appeared at the docks but only a couple people got off. Next to the kafe was a sauna; two younger guys made the dash from the sauna and plunged into the chilly fjord water. I couldn’t tell if they were exhilarated or about to have a heart attack!

NEXT—Norway #5 LILLEHAMMER—OLD NORWAY, OLYMPIC NORWAY

WORLD’S MOST DANGEROUS BEACH

In 2006 I almost lost my new bride to the ocean at this beautiful beach. Reynisfjara Black Sand Beach near Vik is a stunning spot; cliffs of geometric pillars of cooled lava (“columnar joining”) stairstep up from a beach of black basalt rocks. Two giant pillars of rock are just offshore. But there is a hidden danger here; rogue “sneaker” waves hit the beach every so often, and some can be huge. They suck unsuspecting tourists (and locals) into the ocean with a powerful undertow. SIX people have died here since 2013.

When Bridget and I were here on our honeymoon in July 2006, we were blissfully unaware of the dangers. Only two other people were on the beach that day (hard to imagine now that Iceland has been “discovered” and a couple hundred tourists seem to be on the beach at all times now). I was taking photos and Bridget explored up the beach past the corner of the cliff. The dutch tourists yelled something to me, and I went over to see what they wanted. They told me in broken English that every seventh wave or so was a big one, and it was dangerous to walk where Bridget was. I ran around the corner just in time to see one of these waves soak Bridget from the knees down but she stayed on her feet thankfully. It may not sound like much, but it was a close call, and I kind of get a bit queasy when I think of what could have happened.

On this day, there were far more than two tourists on the beach…try 200! Much had changed since 2006; a massive paved parking lot now provided spots for a couple hundred cars and dozens of tour busses. It was a bit of a circus (I included one photo showing all the visitors) but I did manage to get some cool photos by waiting for lulls in visitors…or cropping them out of certain images.

**Note: This beach was a filming location for planet Eadu in the 2016 film Rogue One: A Star Wars Story

Another aspect of this beach that makes it so special is the three trolls just offshore. More accurately they are frozen trolls, turned to stone when daylight caught them trying to sneak to shore dragging a 3-masted ship. Well, actually, they are just basalt pillars, but certainly some of the most spectacular basalt pillars in all the world. And for a photographer, they add a layer of interest for your landscape photographs.

But you turn your body 180 degrees and there is an equally spectacular sight— Dyrhólaey Arch, an arch so big that you can fly a plane through it.

Then Bjorn ran over to me that he’d just seen a Puffin fly in to the cliff above us! Yes! A dozen or so Atlantic Puffins were nesting in their burrows in the grassy cliff above the columnar joining. I had written off our chances of sharing Puffins with the boys on this trip since we weren’t going offshore. But here they were, cruising in right above us, along with some Northern Fulmars. So cool. And about a half hour later Bjorn spotted two seals in the surf!

Time for some lunch and shopping. We found a hip little café near the lupine-laced shoreline and had a more-than-decent meal.

Perched on a bluff above the town is the Vik I Myrdal Church, a red-roofed Lutheran Church completed in 1934. The church was designed by Iceland’s state architect Guðjón Samúelsson, the same architect responsible for Hallgrimskirkja Church in Reykjavik. It is also the town of Vik’s designated Evacuation Refuge shoul Katla Volcano erupt creating a massive flash flood. But it was all peaceful today. Everyone takes a photo or six of this picturesque icon…including me!

The old guesthouse in town Bridget and I stayed at on our honeymoon was still there, seemingly unchanged.

But the old wool and woolens shop that carried locally spun wool and hats/sweaters in 2006 (I bought a headband that I wore for more than a decade, and Bridget bought a sweater) had more than changed…it had morphed into a mega-modern tourist shop called Icelandwear where I think 95% of the stuff is made outside of the country. But they cleverly put “Designed in Iceland” prominently on the tags and hid the location of manufacture. Oh well…such is the world in the Instagram age.

NEXT: Viking Horses, Little sheep, Funny Birds