Ustaoset is a small village in the middle of Norway. Its claim to fame, if it is at all famous that is, came with the railway between east and west. And a skiing event, large for its kind I believe, although I’m not sure if that type of skiing is very popular outside of Norway. And huts. And Hallingskarvet, the short montain range just above it. Not very many people live there though, according to 2014 numbers, only 36 of them.

I have driven through Ustaoset only a few times and it always strikes me as an intersting place, perhaps because when I get there I’m usually coming down from Hardangervidda and the view and surroundings tend to be impressive, not to overstate. A place I’d like to see more of, preferably in early autumn, with a camera and a tripod and some compositional balance*, clothes that keep me warm, good shoes and healthy feet and all the time in the world.

Some construction on state road 7, railway tracks in the back.

*Just made that up. Not the thing but the phrase. Suspect I’ll be using it some.