Post by Grubb
At midnight our boat slowed to turn towards the narrow entrance of the Trollefjord. Sheer rain-slicked cliffs of dark slanted rock loomed larger and larger as they leaned in closer and closer. The Nordic bite of the breeze got colder and colder, and the sun, in its Norwegian golden hour, filled the fjord with a misty light. The sound of Grieg’s “Peer Gynt Suite” came over the loudspeakers. Softly at first, as if emanating from the mist, the music grew louder, and we coasted into an acoustic, fjord-curtained sublime. It felt like we were about to join Peer in the Hall of The Mountain King, cut-off from the world in a powerful way. Now, whenever I hear this music, I will be Peer drifting into a magic realm.
This sounds magical.