After many years' procrastination and three aborted attempts this summer, Magnus and I finally made it to Galdhøpiggen. We were going to go from Juvasshytta, but local friends of mine scared me with stories of dogs who had fallen down crevasses and died, so we ended up going from Spiterstulen.
I always knew I was not really fit enough for the Spiterstulen tour, and I was right, it nearly did for me. I can hardly move now a day later. Magnus had a great time though.