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| Geiranger on the Geirangerfjord; we drove down the mountain, still in a white-out, Friday mid-morning, slowly, deliberately, in 1st gear all the way, then stopped at Camping Geiranger, right on the fiord |
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| It rained the rest of Friday and was cloudy enough Saturday to discourage the fiord cruise, so we spent the day cleaning the camper, doing chores, etc. |
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| Grey Wanderer is smack in the middle |
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| About all there is to do in Geiranger is watch the cruise ships come and go |
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| Some debark and stay a while, some just turn around and leave for the next fjord |
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| Me fjishing in the fjord; actually, me instructing Vicki on framing the shot to include my head, fishing pole, fjord, etc; she was laughing so hard I am surprised the picture is in focus; so confident is she of my fishing skill that she has promised to gut, clean, cook, and eat any fish I catch |
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Inscription on an RV parked near us: "Dream not your life,
live your dream" |
1 comment:
Guess you fishing skills are hereditary. Dad never caught much either.
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