So after we were done in Sunnmøre, it was just to drive up to Trondheim. This didn't take as long as it took to get to Stranda, thank goodness. It was, furthermore, a very pretty drive! Were were recommended to take the Atlantic Sea Road, which was great. This is basically just a road that is on the veeeeery edge of Norway, and really is out in the Ocean. So we stopped and ate lunch here, and played at the edge of the ocean.
There were people out fishing in these strong currents that I'm sure were caused by the tides, and resembled mælstroms, sort of.
You can see here the current going out to the ocean, and an old guy tryin his hand at catchin a fish. I didn't see anybody catch anything, unfortunately for all of us.
We got to Trondheim fairly late that night, so we just looked for a hotel, which was not hard to find, and called it a night. We ended up staying at the Comfort Hotell right downtown, and it felt great to have a room all to ourselves (that is we weren't staying with anyone and felt like we could just do whatever). The hotel included breakfast in the morning and waffles in the evening, which was great, and we totally took advantage of. The hotel put us very close to Nidaros Domkirke, the famous cathedral in Trondheim:
Heather and Chad went up to Stjørdal the second day, which left me and Gustie to wander around Trondheim for a day or two, during which we watched a Norwegian scary movie, walked around Trondheim and saw an old fort, and explored the harbour area.
After Trondheim we stayed in a smalll town called Støren for two nights, during which we ate Hawaiian pizza, watched a couple of movies on tv, walked around, and went for a hike that almost killed Gustie. She didn't actually almost die, but she did slide off a small cliff/dropoff. There was what I would liken to a moss covered slide that was a bout 6-8 feet long, steep, and leading to a 5 or so foot dropoff, with a steep and snow-covered landing. I snuck around the side of it, holding on to saplings. As Gustie was trying to do this she slipped, slid down the slide, got air off the small cliff, landed on the steep snow and kept sliding fast for a short distance before some soft deep snow stopped her. She was seriously scared the rest of the hike, but I kept reminding her that she was the one who wanted to go down that way (as opposed to the steep slope covered in loose rocks that we climbed up). Unfortunately I didn't bring my camera, and so don't have any evidence to show you guys.
After our very wild hike, we were thrilled to be back in our hotel room, able to chill, sleep, read, and watch tv before being picked up by Heather and Chad in the morning. The drive home was pretty chill until about 11:00 a.m., when everybody decided to drive home from their cabins at the same time, packing the roads, and slowing us down a bit no doubt. Once home (after a drive that went entirely faster than any of the previous chunks) I made a very starchy dinner of french fries and boiled potatoes, and settled in. Our trip was beautiful and fantastic, but nonetheless, it felt wonderful to be back.
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