About 1000 m above the plateau are the summits of the dome-shaped peaks of Rondane, with a narrow, elongated mountain lake sandwiched between them. From Storronden I enjoyed the view of the rocky landscape, grey in grey.
I crossed Jotunheimen in bad weather. The water fell on me, bucket by bucket. Yet on the first day I set off in perfect weather, along Norway’s most popular hiking trail, the Besseggen Ridge. Deep down, two lakes lie to the left and right, one blue, the other green.
Then the sun went down and was never seen again… The next few days the weather was really nasty; rain, snow, rain. I hardly saw a mountain. Once I stayed in the tent for half a day, but then I got so bored that I started running after all.
Only on the last day did it get better again, the trek ended with a magnificent sunset at the Fannaråken hut, illuminating the craggy north face of Hurrungane.