An attempt on Trogsfjell

The view from the house of my friend overlooks the river called Nidelva (as wide as our longest one Nemunas), a layer of high fir trees  and a steep  and bare wall of rock - about five hundred meters in height. The water in river is calm, reflecting the always green trees and the mood of the sky. The view makes the viewer feel small instantly and gives that spine-shivering feeling of Twin-peaks like atmosphere.
There aren't much residents in the Åmli town, which spans alongside both shores of river. All houses white or brown, modestly decorated with Christmas lights. No sign of snow there yet, but the rain is a constant companion these days. We took off for the hike to the center first, hoping to continue our journey up the hill. Armed with a thermos of hot tea and a heavy bag of camera and lenses we started our journey. Soon we were greeted with a cloud of rain. It started raining lightly, our upper bodies were protected by proper skiing jackets(what works for snow, works for rain, right?). As we continued it started getting more wet and our jeans were totally wet by the time we reached town center. We went into the pharmacy our friend worked and asked for the keys of car to get back home.
The second round of conquering the hill started by carefully studying weather forecast and drinking the tea from the thermos we have prepared earlier. In two hours the rain almost stopped. Now we drove to the center, left the car there and went over the stone bridge (which was built in the 1918). The path to Trogsfjell peak was starting just few steps ahead. But the wasn't any real path - just bare steep black rock and the moss growing on the path sides. Firs and pines, blueberry bushes, fallen thorns on the wet stone. A walk up was long and slow, and nature tried to attack us with rain again. But at the height of mere 290 meter we gave up - the rock was too steep, too wet for us coming unprepared. The view, however, however was still breathtaking. We gulped our pride and descendent down even more carefully.
Because our friend was still working, we went to see the church - a white wooden one with a cemetery around it.

Åmli's church

And the evening comes early to this town - at 8 pm it feels like like a deep dark night. Everything is closed, and there is zero social life. A real small mystery town.