Glacier-green water beneath the deck boards, the Hurrungane peaks at your back. Pizza from the ovens, homemade venison stew, and a glass while the sun goes down behind the mountains. Come by boat and moor up, come by car, or come down from the mountains.
We sit where the road ends and the fjord begins — but we are easier to reach than you would think.
A five-minute walk along the water. A table at the fjord's edge — or pizza in hand if the ship is waiting.
Skjolden Resort and the cabins are next door. Walk down for dinner, walk home after.
Turtagrø 16 km, the Sognefjellet road above. Venison stew when you come down off the peak.
Parking right outside. Stop for lunch and the view before you drive on.
Quiz nights, live music, karaoke and football on the big screen. Half an hour from Gaupne.
See the calendar →Fresh pizza and pinsa from the ovens, homemade venison stew, creamy salmon soup — and cakes with your coffee. Sit inside the old trading house, or outside at the water's edge.
Creamy salmon soup with a quiet sting of green curry. The Fortun river — a salmon river — runs into the fjord right beside the house.
Homemade, with venison from the district. Dark, rich, made for mountain weather.
Baked all day — at your table, out on the quay, or to take aboard. Try the «Berserker Blue».
Beer on tap, football on the big screen and quiz nights in the old trading rooms.
Around the year 1030, two of the Viking ships now standing in Roskilde were built in this fjord. One was an eleven-metre fishing boat, made for hunting deep inside the Norwegian fjords. First people sailed out from here. Then the world began to come.
In 1774 the house was timber-built at Ekservollen by Kvalsøyri in Dale in Luster — not as a boathouse, but as a storehouse and quarters for the Lyster Company. A hundred years later it was taken down log by log and rebuilt here, by the steamer stop. For a century, every letter, every crate and every traveller to the inner Sognefjord crossed this quay.
English mountaineers passed through on their way to the Hurrungane peaks. In the autumn of 1913, Ludwig Wittgenstein stepped ashore here. And from the lake just behind the house, sixty men and twenty-five horses cut natural ice that was shipped via Bergen to England.
People lived on the upper floor until 1972 — and in our first season, 2024, so did we, with the trade in full swing below. Today both floors serve guests. The house still does what it was moved here to do: welcome people.
The trading house on the quay, around 1910 — when everything and everyone crossed this wharf.
Timber-built at Ekservollen in Dale — a field house for the Lyster Company
Taken down log by log and rebuilt at the steamer stop in Skjolden
22,400 tonnes of lake ice from Eidsvatnet — shipped via Bergen to England
Ludwig Wittgenstein steps ashore and builds his writing hut above Eidsvatnet
The village saves the house — volunteers and donations
The Sundvold/Hagen family took over in 2024. Both floors now serve guests.
That is how everyone arrived for a hundred years — and how you still can. Tie up at the wharf, pick a table at the water's edge, and let the kitchen do the rest. The wood-fired hot tub sits on the quay, should the fjord tempt you.
Outdoor tables where the fjord steamers docked, a wood-fired hot tub on the wharf — and kayaks for rent if you fancy the fjord itself. On cold evenings: pergola, heaters and something warm in your cup.
Quiz nights, concerts, karaoke and football on the big screen — in the old trading house. Subscribe to the calendar and the evenings land straight in your phone.
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Sørsidevegen 35, 6876 Skjolden, Norway
At the innermost point of the Sognefjord — a 5-minute walk from the cruise pier.