Predikestolen towers at the mouth off the fjord, and here not far from Lyseboth, is the world famous take off for skydivers.

Unfortunately fog and heavy rain lies over the cliffs at Lysebotn, the tinny village at the far end of Lysefjorden, it obstruct my vision like a heavy winter quilt making hiking in the mountains a dangerous and risky business. I chicken out and chill out in the interior shelter off my Geländewagen.

It seems to me like this place has a spell on it. On my last visit here in the early spring I was not able to make to Lysebotn at all, because the road that leads to the village was impassable and closed for traffic due to snowfall. The snow and ice had yet to be melted by the arrival of spring and the heat from the sun.

This time, in mid august, I was naturally able to make it over the mountain-top and down the steep winding road to where the fjord ends, and the small ferry anchors in summertime. Lysefjorden and Lysebotn is a magic place. The fjord is very narrow and cuts deep into land, flanked on both sides by majestic walls of rock, making for a vertical drop up to three quarters of a kilometer. Predikestolen towers at the mouth off the fjord, and here not far from Lyseboth, is the world famous take off for skydivers.

After a short week with cold and rainy weather I decided to give in and head for home in Denmark, knowing I my mind that I will be back here at Lysefjorden once more, I still have unfinished business.