It was a nice and sunny Sunday in May, a great day for a
hike in the mountains. We went up in the ranges on the coast.
Down in the valleys the fields and trees were dressed in the
light green colors of spring. Up in the mountains, there were still patches of
snow, and large areas of brown grass from last year, places were the snow
melted just a few days ago.
The view from the top was great; fjords, islands and ocean.
The coast is nice. Mountains are great. But there’s nothing like a mountain
with an ocean view >:)
(I took the picture today. Can you see the wrecked airplane
in the front of the picture? It’s a German plane from the 2nd World
War. In April 1940, the plane was hit by shell fire from a British navy ship, and crashed into
the ranges by the fjord, with three men on board. The first died immediately,
the second lived for a couple of days. They were buried next to the wrecked
plane. The third soldier walked down fro the mountain, in hiding, and was able
to re-unite with the German Nazi forces.)
