Eidfjord, Norway
This was another new port for us.

We were out and about early to enjoy the sail in through this
fjord.


Steep mountainsides and waterfalls are beautiful.

The Hardanger Bridge is 4,530 feet long and is the longest suspension
bridge in Norway.
It's high enough that our ship could sail under it, but some of
the larger ships cannot.

The unique feature of this bridge is that both ends go into tunnels.
On the south end of the bridge, cars immediately enter the 0.75
mile Bu Tunnel that goes under the village of Bu, while on the
north side of the bridge, cars immediately enter the Vallavik
Tunnel which begins with a 1,600 foot-long segment to a roundabout
inside the tunnel. At the roundabout, cars can take another 1,600
foot-long tunnel to Ulvik or they can take a 4.3 mile-long tunnel
to Granvin. There is also a lane for bikes and pedestrians.

Looking back at the bridge.


As we come to the town of Eidfjord...


There's only room for one cruiseship.

Our bow lines are out on the lawn next to the Eio River, a short
but powerful river that runs from Lake Eidfjord into the fjord.

This is definitely one of our most picturesque ports of the trip.


Even the small villages in Norway have intereesting art.

Our plan for the day was to hike along the river to the lake.


The were a few old salmon traps like this where the salmon would
swim into the trap and would be trapped, but these are no longer
in use.

It was very mossy in the wooded areas.




The Haereid Iron Age gravesite is the largest collection of ancient
burial sites in western Norway, with 350 graves dating from 400
- 1.000 AD.

The graves are marked with large piles of stones. We bush whacked
through the woods to see the waterfall here, but is was underwhelming.

We walked back down from the gravesites to get to the shore of
the lake. We wondered about the people who lived in this house
because there was no road to it that we could see. But it did
have a great view of the lake.


Some alders on the beach.


We headed back along the river.


Back in town on the shore of the fjord.


We called it a day after about seven miles on the pedometer.
The next day was our final Norwegian port, Bergen.
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