I guess translated from Norwegian, it means Fjord of the Trolls.  We entered this long deep fjord while the rain was just beginning to fall enough to obscure the snow-capped mountains in the far end.  Steep sides dropped out of the sky to darken the narrow slot of water surrounding the boat, about 200 yards on each side.  My sketchbook started getting too wet for drawing so I just watched and snapped a few pictures of this dramatic changing scene.

1200 years ago Vikings came up this channel, I guess paddling to the cadence of someone with an attitude, pounding on a drum. Don't know if there was much to pillage from the village at the end, but the scene and weather certainly charges the imagination. Glad we didn't have to paddle and had the comfort of a throbbing engine and propeller driving us forward, a dry room to sleep in, a stomach full of food and wine to sleep on.  

This scene comes out of my sketchbook to no doubt be developed later. Many inquiries made me decide to post it now.  ​

Sara and I have been gone - really gone - for the last month! 'Traveled above the Arctic Circle on a "mailboat", in and out of the fjords of Norway, explored the horrors and history of WWII in caves of Lapland and WWI in trenches around Ypres, Belgium, impressed with the boatbuilding and navigation expertise of the ancient Vikings, spoiled with way too much good food and drink with new friends from around the world.

Now recovering from jet lag, I'm back to my studio during breaks from pulling weeds in our well watered garden. I'll soon add to my gallery a few sketches made on the trip, then post some final renderings worthy to surround with a frame.

But, in the meantime, 'thought you might enjoy a photo taken by a fellow voyager, showing me lost in a world far far away!