Horseid beach

I knew Kjell Arne was in Reine so we had a coffee before he went to pick up his clients and I went for the boat. It was so crowded because of all the tourists that I almost didn't get on that boat. They had to take at least three trips. But most of them were going to Vindstad and Bunes beach. Completely unreal. It was me and 20 polish people who were going to Kjerkfjorden but luckily the whole bunch proceeded to Selfjorden. It was not that hard to be back as I had imagined, some mixed feelings of course, but actually I felt happy to be back because it's one of those incredibly beautiful places. Maybe it helped a little that it was an absolutely fantastic summer day too. I sat a long time looking at the place where they fell and tried to understand how it happened and where they went up. But I  didn't get any wiser so I decided to head up Breiflogtinden. Then I went down to Horseid beach and pitched the tent. It was absolutely magical, just me and those majestic mountains, the white beach and the sea. It did not matter that I was alone. Just me and my thoughts.

Breiflogtinden.

Selfie at Breiflogtinden.

The fog spread out.

On the other side. Breiflogtinden behind.

Horseid beach.

My camp.