The Great Glacier Adventure: A Tale of Olden

Ahoy there, shipmates! Gather ’round and let me regale you with the tale of our latest escapade in the picturesque village of Olden. It all began this morning, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon (or so Warren claims – Dawn, Michele, and I were still snug as bugs in our beds at the ungodly hour of 5:30).

Meeting of the Minds

By the stroke of 9:00, we convened at the designated spot for disembarkation, ready to seize the day’s adventures by the horns.

Journey to Briksdalen Glacier

Our itinerary promised an expedition to the majestic Briksdal Glacier, a mere 45-minute coach ride away from Olden. Once of the coach and prepared for our walk, the weather, bless its heart, was in fine form for our anticipated 2-mile jaunt to the glacier’s icy embrace.

The Path Less Travelled

Now, one could’ve opted for the cushy option – a ride up in those oversized golf buggies. But where’s the glory in that? No, sir! Warren, Dawn, Michele, and I, brave souls that we are, chose the path of sweat and determination.

Triumph Over Terrain

The trail wasn’t without its challenges, mind you. But hats off to Dawn and Michele for gritting their teeth and soldiering on to the very end.

A Glacial Spectacle

And oh, what a sight awaited us! The glacier, resplendent in its snowy glory, tinged with hues of celestial blue, stretched out before our awestruck eyes.

Dance of the Wind

Venture closer, and you’d feel it – the playful dance of the wind, whispering secrets as it swept through the valley, teasing and tempting even the most steadfast among us.

Off the Beaten Path

Warren and I, in a moment of daring, veered off the beaten track on our descent. The reward? Moments frozen in time, captured in photographs devoid of any intruders.

Farewell to Olden

Back on board, as we bid adieu to the quaint docks of Olden at precisely 16:00, we were treated to a spectacle fit for the gods – a fjord as smooth as glass, framed by nature’s own handiwork.

A Missing Comrade

Alas, our soirée at the specialty steak restaurant was marred by the absence of one: Michele, struck down by a mysterious malaise. Was it the rigours of our recent exploits, the siren call of too many late nights, or the incessant serenade of her cabin mate’s snores? The enigma shall remain unsolved.

Moments of Connection

But fear not, for amidst our trials, we found solace in technology’s embrace – a video call with our youngest, Josh, all the way from the Land Down Under, where the sun dances in hues of amber.

Into the Night

And now, as we retire to our berths, lulled by the gentle lullaby of the waves, we await with bated breath the promise of tomorrow’s adventures in Skjolden.