Remember me whining about that there is too much stuff going on, that I’m exhausted from my travels, art is dead and that they dont make yogurt like they used to?
Me neither, that’s why we’re going on yet another roadtrip with my friends!
All jokes aside, driving now makes me dead on the inside. Very tired of it, yet once again I found myself still driving after 8 hours in a car. Now for the third time heading at Norway this summer, this time to climb Preikestolen
I never learn.
Entertaining company, nice scenery and good music made the trip easier, but it was still quite tiring.
We stopped on the way there at a place called Seljord, which is the Norwegian equivalent of Loch Ness. It was pouring rain, could have drowned with my feet on the ground, yet the ladies of the group wanted to swim. So we did.
It felt unreal, the fjord opening up before us. So beautiful that you don’t want to breathe, afraid to wake up from dreaming.
We reached our family cabin at nightfall, great food and great company awaiting us. My sister and my bro (her fiancé) with their new puppy.
Fishing, bonfire and some serious chilling followed shortly.
We took off early the following morning, and started to drive towards Preikestolen. The route being very scenic, weather changing from valley to valley. Light clouds and blue sky, white mist that shrouded the mountains, heavy storm which covered the the skies.
A supposed 3 hour trip turned 4.5 due to construction work, we later reached our destination by boat.
As we stepped out of the car we were met by sun, cramped up legs and Asian tourists. Even if they weren’t Asian, they could easily have been identified by their love for walking-sticks, oversized cameras and topless caps
Yet as we started to climb, pleasant sunshine turned to bitter storm. It was raining sideways, reminding me of my hell-week in the military. I backtracked to check up on the last group. It was no good, my sister even had to turn around because her two dogs were starting shake and whimper.
I was very disappointed. I had invested a lot of effort and energy to make this a great trip for my friends. The weatherman had even whispered sweet lies to my ear, promising a wonderful day. All preparations, all planning, for nothing.
Yet there I was, climbing up the mountain, feeling like an utter failure. The weight on my shoulders felt so much more than just my backpack.
But as I reached the top of the ascent, something happened.
The dark clouds cracked up like dry clay, releasing beams of light unto the mountainsides. Bright brilliance hit me as I looked up, it’s glow sweeping away three months of exhaustion, weariness and trials. I felt so strong, invincible unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I remember smiling up at the sky, a beaming smile brighter than the very sun, three words booming in my head:
I have won.
New strength surging through my body, I powered onwards to catch up with the rest of the team. With long legs I rushed past people, firing off bright smilies which was met with happy confusion. They could feel it too, I knew it.
No one could keep up with me.
I was solar powered.
End of part one.