Norway – Ravnefjeld Glacier Into Loen Lake

—We are facing a bit north of west. Surroundings—Just at our left is some low land, filling a little space where the streams from a high glacier have washed down quantities of gravel and sand. We can see at our feet how the gravel reaches out into the lake, keeping the water here quite shallow. Not far away at our right, however, mountains rise as high as those just ahead.

That is the steamer from whose stern we saw the tender full of passengers. Evidently the vessel itself could not accommodate a large party. Most of the people were on their way to visit a famous glacier, an hour’s walk from here up the valley. The burden those white-aproned girls are carrying between them is lunch for members of the party. Fresh fish may quite possibly be one of the viands, for trout are fairly plenty in the lake, and fishing always finds willing devotees.

No doubt the steamer itself seems a marvel of convenience and mechanical skill, in the eyes of such country urchins as we saw over at Seten farm (Position 75), accustomed to compare it only with their own rowboat. What will be their amazement, if they should emigrate, by and by, at the sight of a great ocean-liner? There are, indeed, many marvels waiting for them “over the mountains high !”

All summer long that white ribbon of a waterfall drops from the sagging shoulder of the mountain. Its source is more than a third of a mile vertically above the sands at our feet. At the right, over the stern of the boat, we can see where earth and stones have fallen from the almost vertical wall of Ravnefjeld. Quite likely that may have happened in spring, when the frost came out of the ground, and the thin skin of soil was tender from its soaking with moisture. In time Nature may patch up the wound and cover it with a new growth of grass and bushes.

As one goes back down the lake he passes near where the map marks the name Hogrenning, on the east bank. The place is so completely typical, in its way, that we ought to pause off-shore for a look at it Notice that the red lines diverging from point 79 on our map end against a near-by mountain.