Coming Back Down The Mountain: A Side-quest To Norway's Hallingskarvet National Park
Something I noticed while working trails in Colorado two years ago is a particular aversion to climbing down mountains. Ascending to the summit is fabulous. The path is full of fresh possibilities and vantage points. The steep terrain sets a steady level 1-2 heartrate and boulder stairs ignite a welcome quadricep burn that fuels the climb. A bubble of excitement forms as the peak appears and all there is to do is go up, up, up. And then there’s the top, offering evergreen-speckled valleys and a distant pastel horizon for climbers to feast their eyes upon. It’s a glorious moment of elated competence that’s probably fueled by a bit of a runner’s high. But the time always comes when you have to climb down. I wouldn't even categorize it as climbing so to speak, more of a hap-hazard stumble between loose tallus and slippery streams praying that I don’t roll an ankle. My knees hurt, my quads are shaky from the ascent and I’m normally a little dehydrated and hangry. While it inev...