Yesterday, Anne and I made the trek up to the family cabin which is a tremendously steep hike up the mountain above Anne's house. We took Mary and Kira with us.
Anne drove us to our drop-off point and did a really great job! I'm proud of you, AK!
The view from our drop-off point:
The hike was steep and we covered all sorts of terrain. We crossed areas of rocky paths, mossy trails, thick groves of evergreens, and snow that was at least a foot deep!
About halfway up, there was snow all around but I had already
taken off both of my jackets. This entire trip I've been freezing and I should have been yesterday, too! I'm thankful for the great exercise because it allowed me to enjoy a warn Norway!
Halfway point:
We made it to the cabin!
It was so peaceful when we reached the zenith. We couldn't hear a sound except for the quiet trickle of melting snow, few birds twittering in the greenery, and wind. The silence was even more breathtaking than the view.
Time for a rest and a snack:
At Anne's house, there are pictures on the wall of her and her two brothers sitting on this rock as babies. I decided I had to get a picture too...even if I'm eighteen.
On the hike back down, we saw a pool of water created by the melting snow. It was filled with frog eggs!
As we got closer to civilization, we had to put the dogs on a leash. Mary and Kira would rather pay attention to the sheep than listen to us. We walked through sheep pastures and trudged in a zig-zagging pattern all of the way back to the house.
Climbing the mountain was an accomplishment. I was tired and sweaty and little bit sunburned, but it was worth it. Nothing else parallels the feeling of your lungs filling with cold mountain air and your legs bringing you closer and closer to the finish line on top of a snow covered mountain. It was inspiring and tremendously empowering.
BFF!
It was so peaceful when we reached the zenith. We couldn't hear a sound except for the quiet trickle of melting snow, few birds twittering in the greenery, and wind. The silence was even more breathtaking than the view.
Time for a rest and a snack:
At Anne's house, there are pictures on the wall of her and her two brothers sitting on this rock as babies. I decided I had to get a picture too...even if I'm eighteen.
On the hike back down, we saw a pool of water created by the melting snow. It was filled with frog eggs!
As we got closer to civilization, we had to put the dogs on a leash. Mary and Kira would rather pay attention to the sheep than listen to us. We walked through sheep pastures and trudged in a zig-zagging pattern all of the way back to the house.
Climbing the mountain was an accomplishment. I was tired and sweaty and little bit sunburned, but it was worth it. Nothing else parallels the feeling of your lungs filling with cold mountain air and your legs bringing you closer and closer to the finish line on top of a snow covered mountain. It was inspiring and tremendously empowering.
BFF!
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