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A Wandering Spirit

... times, they were worried about the quality of the ice, and especially how it might vary as they climbed. Sections would be frozen solid, while others could be a bit airy and more fragile. During the past week, they checked three times, finding the same trickling water I was looking at now. They suggested I get close enough to see some magnificent ice mushrooms located near the base of the waterfall.

I had seen ice mushrooms before, and they do look like real mushrooms, but are made of ice! They form as water slowly drips or splashes onto a stick, a rock, or even on other ice. Layer after layer of water accumulates, then freezes, growing higher and higher into the classic mushroom shape. I paddled close enough to photograph the mushrooms right from my kayak using my zoom lens.

In early summer, during the peak snowmelt period, enough water is falling that it splits into seven individual streams, hence the name Seven Sisters, or De Syv Søstrene in Norwegian. Seeing all seven at once can be challenging. If the snow melts too fast, the volume of water is so great that two or more streams merge. Later in summer, as the volume of water slows, one or more of the streams may dry up.

I would lead kayakers to see the Seven Sisters and tell the tale of how the waterfall was named. Over, and over, and over again. Legend says that the Seven Sisters would dance and play as they made their way down the mountain and played along the shore. Directly across from the Seven Sisters is ...

... another magnificent waterfall, called 'The Suitor'. The Suitor would look across the fjord at the Sisters, and they would flirt with him. He fell in love and wanted to marry one of the Sisters, but they did not give in to his charms. The Suitor remains there today, still trying to woo them.

I retrieved my open-faced matpakke sandwich and ate it for lunch while looking up at the Seven Sisters. Sitting in my kayak, I would not trade my seat for one in any restaurant!

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Chapter 6 - Trouble on the Horizon

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As I took my final photo of the Seven Sisters, I saw clouds moving in quickly from the west. Stowing my camera, I pointed my kayak towards Hellesylt and began paddling in earnest. Weather can change rapidly in Norway, and the heavy dark gray clouds on the horizon appeared ominous. A chilly wind hit me in the face, slowing my forward speed, and worse, it had shifted blocks of fjord ice away from the shoreline into the main channel. I began to zig-zag around the larger pieces.

My arms, back, and abs growled their objections, and I began to tire from the extra effort. I thought back to summers here when I was on the water at least five days a week. Those well-toned muscles were now just a memory. The ones currently in my possession felt weak and ill-prepared for what I was facing.

A thick wall of swirling mist, laying low, right upon the waters of the fjord, moved towards me. I paused for a moment to prepare, retrieved my headlamp, and turned ...