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One of the most beautiful hikes in all of Norway (and even the world) is The Besseggen Ridge hike in Norway’s Jotunheimen National Park. We started off the morning on a ferry ride across a long highland lake then hiked up a steep ascent to the ridgeline we would be trekking across for the rest of the day. We took our time taking in the breathtaking scenery and I stopped a number of times to break out my camera and take some pictures. By noon the clouds became think and the fog rolled in, obscuring visibility to around 10 feet, but we persisted, crossing snowpack and trying not to fall into the hidden streams running under the snow.

Finally, after spending about 5 hours on the hike, we reached the spot I was after and it looked as if the clouds were starting break apart. I quickly got setup just as the sun came out and immediately began taking photos. I captured as much as I could before Mike pointed out the dark clouds were encroaching, and as I looked up the path, I got my first sense of dread.

Evil Mountain 112 BlogThe ridgeline was incredibly steep, rocky, and much too narrow for comfort. Mike stowed away our trekking poles as they were useless on the steep rocks; we literally had to climb. Complicating matters was the 1,000ft drop on one side and a 2,250ft drop on the other with just a narrow 10ft wide ridge of boulders that was the trail. Note: I am really afraid if heights.

If the height wasn’t enough for me, the clouds had gotten much darker and the storm was imminent as we approached the steepest and narrowest part of the ridge. As I was trying to summon my courage, the rain quickly turned to sleet. I was so scared that my legs and feet were trembling, and we took shelter on a small ledge. I began to wonder just how on Earth we were going to get word out to somebody where we were and that we needed to be rescued. Not only that, but where would the helicopter even land?

Seeing that the storm wasn’t about to let up, I gathered up as much strength as I could to make my way up. With a few pep talks, Mike and I continued up, carefully climbing over the wet rocks. My legs and feet were still shaking, coupled with exhaustion I struggled with the climb. On a couple of occasions, the step up was so high that I didn’t have the strength left in my legs and nearly fell backwards.

As we approached the end of the steepest section, I placed my hand high up on a rock and pulled myself up, only to see a giant spider next to my hand.

To put this in perspective, I need Mike to kill all the spiders around our house. I even need him to “kill” the dead ones. And he can’t just throw them away, oh no, because that would mean I would be afraid of the garbage. I need him to flush the spider corpse away in the toilet, and even then I’m not quite comfortable.

So back to the giant spider just a few centimeters from my hand, on a steep mountain ridge where I am afraid of heights, in a foreign country in the middle of nowhere, and with a storm dumping water and ice onto us. At this point I may have said a couple choice words I won’t repeat here, but not out of fear but rather a strange concoction of anger and rage. This evil mountain was challenging me as much as it could, and I wasn’t having any more of it.

We stormed up the rest of the ridge, and reaching the top was a huge relief. Granted we had yet to reach the highest point, still had over 5 miles to go over a barely marked trail in the fog and rain with descents down slick snowpack, treks across the edges of waterfalls, and “the chain” which was the only man-made aid on the whole trail that we needed to hold on to as we sort of repelled down a 6ft rock step onto a tiny ledge that would have rewarded a tiny slip with a good 20-30 foot fall off a cliff.

And this is what the Norwegian hiking guides list as a “Moderate” hike.

This was the most difficult location I have ever traveled to date in order to take a photo, but I believe that it was well worth it (I’m glad it turned out because I have no plans on going back).