We left the charming B&B we stayed at early, fueled by real coffee and freshly washed. We headed into Kinsarvik to pick up the car ferry that will port you across the Fjord.
We had a couple hours before the bus showed up to take us to Voss, so I laid out my towel by the fjord and was quite content to have a picnic breakfast and take a snooze in the sun without feeling guilty about being lazy.
Voss ended up being a ski resort town. It took me a while to connect the dots, but the expensive bottled water in cylindrical bottels...Voss. Yup.
But in Voss, it's just called "tap water".
The cultural museum had a throwback grass roof, just like the little cottages we saw everywhere.
We hopped a train to Oslo from Voss. The train climbed back up to Finse and then made its way back to the verdant green of lowland Norway.
We did see a lot of snow-plow trains. I'm a little afraid of what this place might be like in January.