I have watched this video many times because, for me, it evokes the feelings I had paddling on the fjord.  There were hours of paddling on calm water, surrounded by the wild and steep cliffs that form the fjord.  These were punctuated by deep valleys that flowed in places to the fjord’s shore.  Occasionally, a valley would hold a small farm or settlement; rarely a small village.  We would paddle for hours, sometimes days, without seeing another human being. 

        Mornings were often overcast and calm, with the clouds sitting like a grayish white hat on the crown of the fjord’s hills.  The only sounds were the occasional far off waterfall and the ripple made as our paddles caught the water, pushing us forward before being released again.  Now and then there was conversation, but this only served to separate long periods of quiet as we paddled, stroke after stroke after stroke, moving south along the shore of this wild and beautiful place.  It was a time to drink in its peace and serenity, and refresh our spirits.