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Galdhøpiggen / Part Two

Austin's Galdhopiggen Journey continued...
These write ups were taken from his journal he wrote throughout his trip.

GLITTERTIND September 7, 2016
I left Glitterheim hut at 750am. It was very windy and cloudy. The first stage was rocks and dirt. Then it became endless rocks. And the wind picked up. I eventually reach the elevation where I was within the clouds and the moisture was blown right onto me. I wasn’t feeling too cold. Only my hands were numb. Eventually, higher up, parts of my face became numb. But the rest of my body was good, so I was good.




Luckily, people had built some rock forts along the trail. I stopped in for shelter, to gather myself, and protection from the wind. Confidence and morale were high. Things got a little tougher once the trail became a mix of ice, snow, and rocks. I knew the temperature had to be below 0°C, considering the altitude and wind chill.




I never felt winded throughout the hike. I think it was due to my legs being a little stronger, hiking much slowly than previous days, and the wind. I kept a nice, slow, steady pace. “No rush,” I told myself. I told myself many things along the way. “I got this.” “I can do this. I can do this.” “Come on, Austin!” “Keep going, you’re almost there.” “CURSE YOU, POSEIDON!”




The level was very hard when I began to ascend the snow cap. Some parts were like hiking on normal snow, stomping down to keep traction. Some parts were wet and compacted snow. Extremely slippery. That and the increasingly whippy wind. The wind was able to knock me off balance and even knock me down a few times. I was completely wet. Even my beanie was dripping. I couldn’t see very far in any direction. I kept telling myself I was almost there, and each time it was truer than the last. Besides, I didn’t have a choice but to continue. The path was to go up and over to the other side. I had to climb this mountain.




I eventually reach the top and continued on. There was no time for celebration, contemplation, or meditation. There was no view to enjoy. All I wanted was to be warm again. I trudged down the mountain. Slowly, as my legs were beat, my feet were cold and wet, and my mind drained.




I must have been the only person to have climbed Glittertind that day. In the morning, I didn’t see anyone trail behind me. in the afternoon, I didn’t pass anyone. I guess they might say only a mad man would climb in those conditions.