After this stop, we continued on County Road 180, toward Hurdalsjöen, a fjord. As we learned, the weather at this time of year can change dramatically as you approach any large body of water, especially inland. Thirty minutes down the road, we ran into heavy ice fog and dark, foreboding skies. All you could see from the road were weird, gauzy, shadowy outlines of frozen trees and the occasional barn or home. It looked like something out of "The Shining." Yeah, it should have been another photo bonanza. I have no excuse—other than laziness—for not taking advantage.