We must have past hundreds of these creeks and rivers flowing down off the snow covered mountains,each cutting a path through the rocks and forest. This one, Hjalma was a short walk from our airbnb farm house (thanks Trygve) so after the girls had gone to sleep and the petti-coat government was planning our trip to a 600 year old monastery i wandered down for a look. It had just stopped raining and it was getting pretty late, however as with summer in Norway the light lasts for ages (this was about 10pm), coming back to oz and having the sun go down at 5pm was a bit of a rude shock 🙂