Going down seemed to be every bit as treacherous as going up was hot and tiring. I really had to watch my step as I was going down, and my knees were feeling the aches and pains of receiving…

…the ferries returned to the dock, it looked like line 2 was moving first, then line 1. However, lines 6 and 7 didn’t move at all. When line 1 was done loading, the ferry took off without us!…

This wasn’t what the forecast had called for so I decided to wait out the squall. In the mean time, I was putting on waterproof pants and hiking boots inside the car (not a lot of room mind you)…

By now, I was getting tired of driving. Just how much longer did we have to drive until we arrive at Storslett? Complicating the situation was that I badly needed a restroom break…

As I was taking the best photos that I could of Muldalsfossen (foliage in the way and all), I realized that something kept touching my behind – and it was breathing…

Just then, a police car with a pair of officers pulled up from behind us and had its high beams flashed onto us. Clearly, they must’ve thought we were up to no good…

It seemed that the further I went, the trail got progressively muddier, overgrown, and less defined. I kept thinking that I must be doing something wrong, but I swear I couldn’t find another way…

It was almost 6pm when we finally arrived at the visitor center at the mouth of Lysefjorden. From my travel research, I knew this fjord featured the famous Preikestolen and Kjerag…