I went up Brosviksåta today. It reminded me of why I only do it once a year. It's damn tough, and if it's done at any other season than summer, it'll be dark by the time I get down again unless I start really early.
Eh, I don't feel up to describing it in all that much detail. It was nice. I got to be alone for a while. The food tasted really great at Steinen, as usual.
I was on my way out when I remembered that I had an appointment with the psychiatric nurse today. We had kind of planned to go up Såta today anyway, so it worked out pretty well - I called half an hour before she was supposed to meet me to tell her I had a head start and to meet me at Steinen. I got to take the harshest part at my pace and not feel like such a slowpoke all the way. I had finished eating and read a chapter in my current trashy paperback romance, and just enjoyed the tranquility for a while, before she arrived.
It's nice to have company, of course, but I think I might have preferred to go alone this time. I've been exceedingly introverted for the past couple of weeks.
I had forgotten how windy it can get high up.. I needed to borrow a scarf to tie around my head to cover my ears. I should wear scarves more often.
It was starting to get dark by the time we got down again. I left home around 12:45, and took a 45-minute break at Steinen.
Photos at Flickr.