Driving through the Smokies. It's beautiful country. Rolling, lush pastures, new growth mountains, and the occasional terrifying drop. It's a very different ride than over the spine of Norway. Norway is slower and higher. Far more remote feeling. Being above the tree terminator gives everything a different look.
But what is striking at the moment, is they are a lot less weird about Christianity than we are. Now, a lot could be that I just can't see it from an outsider's perspective, but I don't remember any three crosses on random mountaintops on the cross over or back.
I did see a couple of stave churches there. Maybe the weight of history makes it less tacky?
I dunno.