We stayed at Melkevoll for several days, we might have stayed longer had we not be running low on supplies.
It was a great place to recover from the drama of the leaky roof and the never ending rain and the The Fish Supper of Shock - as it shall evermore be known.
The site was lovely, the views incredible, the sauna free and the washing and drying machines of epic and industrial size!
This blog is a visual diary of the days we spent hiking up to the glacier and our attempt to scale the behemoth that is Volefoss.
Sorry to give you a bit of a fright, I know you must have forgotten all about me and the veedubadventure story by now. It's been so long after all.........
So, sweeping past the cobwebs of neglect my blog shall keep slogging on much as Eileen does bless the old girl.........
Now, you may be slightly surprised (or not if you're one of the MoHo fraternity) that there are other intrepid Norwegian Explorers forging trails around the Fjords. Joanne and Craig of Our Bumble fame
had been blazing this trail for a while before us.
On their recommendation I decided to head for a small site called Melkevoll Breton at the end of the Olden valley, on the edge of the Jostedalsbreen National Park and at the foot of two glaciers: Briksdals and Melkevoll itself.
I obsessively Google earth'd the route and had a few email exchanges with Joanne as to the condition of the road - this was to be my first foray off the superhighway that is the E39 (see earlier, frequent references to narrow, twisty and fast).
So yes, it was twisty, uppy and downy but there was less traffic and everyone who was on the road generally travelled more slowly.
As we cruised along the Olden Fjord I felt positively sanguine, being on the inside and therefore not too close to the water's edge was a factor of course!
Of course I was premature in my relief when the already narrow road was further reduced by roadworks with oncoming trucks. I felt sorry for the guy in front with a caravan on the back!
Eventually we arrived in Olden and after a quick stop to see if the local supermarket was any cheaper - we guage this by the cost of a triple pack of custard creams (it wasn't but we bought a supply anyway) - we turned off the 'main' road.
We were now about 10K from the campsite at the end of the road and I pressed on confident we'd be fine because Eileen is smaller dimensions than Joanne & Craig's van called Vin!
The Olden Lake was the most spectacular colour and I was hard pressed to keep my eyes on the road! Tunnels and bridges, sweeps and turns with lots of passing places and, thankfully, not much traffic kept me on my toes and gradually the Melkevoll Glacier came into sight.
We eventually arrived at the end of the valley and pulled in to the campsite where we were invited to choose our pitch as we wishes.
What an incredible pitch I chose, alongside a babbling brook with the Briksdal Glacier towering over over us on the right, the Melkevoll Glacier dead ahead and the amazing crashing and thundering of the Volefoss Waterfall to our right.
The weather had finally cleared and the next few days were to be spent hiking and chilling, Norway was showing us her gems once again............