the post that took as long as hiking Dalsnuten to get posted
After taking about an approx. 15 minute empty bus ride from Sandnes, my friend and I began the excruciatingly long trek up a construction-ridden hill to begin our ascent up Dalsnuten. For an American with asthma, this trip was arduous. We had to stop not even halfway up because I was having a hard time breathing. I say with all seriousness that if you have an inhaler - bring it. We ended up having to slow down the pace because of me, and I can't relate to the reader how embarrassing that was for me.
I faked being totally athletic on the way to the Tourist Station, I was never good at acting. We began our walk to the starting point of the hike and I was able to snap some lovely photos along the way.
And for any readers out there from the Midland area - two of the photos below are of things called "trees" - they really exist!
Now my one piece of advice to you is this: if you're like me and have asthma, but don't use an inhaler (for whatever reason), drink lots of water and stop every so often to sit down and rest. But if you do use an inhaler, bring it. Most importantly though, make sure you're physically fit enough to hike. I can now tell you from experience, that no matter how many mountains you've climbed, miles you've hiked, or years you've played tennis, Norway will dropkick you in the knees and hold you to the ground while it takes all of the spare kroner you needed for the bus ride home. Or maybe I'm just someone who is really out of shape and needs to hike more mountains more often?
On our way up, we talked about a variety of things until the conversation made its way to vikings. We joked about how my friend was a "mountain monkey", scaling the mountain like it was a joke and leaving me in her wake. Because of my impaired physical shape I was able to snap some panoramas on the way up.
Right before we reached the top, we ran into a lovely lady who talked quite a bit for a Norwegian. She had with her an energetic little 'hund' named "Happy Harmony". That was the cutest, fluffiest, most energetic (and only) dog I have ever met in my life on a mountain. Looking back I wish I could have snapped a quick photo, but I felt like it would have been too weird to ask for a picture of her dog (if there's ever a next time I definitely will). After a long conversation, we finally were on our way again and got near to the top (I'll admit, 50 feet more and we'd have made it completely to the top, but we had to go). Here are some photos from 'the top' of Dalsnuten:
As we made the descent down my friend taught my how to say; "You look like..." in Norwegian. I used my new-found knowledge to tell her she looked like a "trollkvinne" and we had a good time. Thankfully her dad was there to pick us up, and we had a Kvikk Lunsj to celebrate.
We picked up one of her friends on the way home, and watched some episodes of Mummitrollet before passing out. All in all, it was an absolutely fantastic experience! I would do it again if I could, and I would really like to go to Prekestolen and/or the trek to Kjeragbolten once I condition myself.
Unfortunately, there were no trolls seen this day (it was sunny outside, what were you expecting?).