Can you see the happy, raised hands? They belong to Marta, cousin Tone and Terje. I could have been with them, but somebody needed to be behind the camera.
Yesterday we hiked up to Preikestolen, The Pulpit Rock,an amazing mountain a couple of hours from where my father in law lives.
Together with 1 million tourists (false), 2 million flies (true!) and 3 million steep steps (true!!), we made it up to the top, and down again. The downhill climbing was the hardest on my knees. But I feel so absolutely proud to make this blog post, showing the world that I made it :-)
Between the tips of our noses and the sea - 608 meters.
It was a steep walk, and difficult to walk on the stones. I had to concentrate, and alot of the time my eyes were fixed on the stones under my feet. At one point I lamost stepped on a small ant. It was so busy, waking with her goal ahead, not seeing any of the beauty around her. As my thoughts reached this point I rised my eyes and the Preikestolen plateau was right in front of me. The beauty was so intense it sent waves down my spine. The ant kept on and saw none of this.
How often is our life like this. We look right ahead, busy with our everyday life. never time to rise our eyes to see the beauty.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep on travelling the world with all this beauty of Norway around. Then I think twice, and I know :-)
