Epic Hikes of the World ( PDFDrive )

I pass a couple of wild campers, and stop for a cup of coffee, brewed over a
whistling camp kettle. They’ve been up here for a couple of days, they tell me,
exploring the landscape and photographing the sunsets. We’re nearly a kilometre
up, so it’s cold and windy at night, they say – but it’s worth the hardships for the
chance to experience Trolltunga without any crowds. I feel a pang of envy, and
resolve to return with my own tent when I can.
The last section of the trail climbs along the ridgeline, unfurling fresh views of
Ringdalsvatnet as it creeps up the rocky boulders to Trolltunga itself. By now the
cloud has evaporated, and a clear canopy of blue stretches overhead. In the
distance, I catch a metallic glint on the horizon, and I wonder if it could be the
distant glaciers of Folgefonna, Norway’s third-largest icecap – remnants of the
mighty ice sheets that once covered all of northern Europe, and carved out
Norway’s jagged topography of lakes, mountains, valleys and fjords.