The landscape lay before me like a painting. If there could ever exist a perfect painting, that is.
But no human creation could possess such beauty. Such blend of form and function. None.
Taking it all in, I saw the final photograph in my mind’s eye. A beautiful piece of art, able to stir in the viewers heart, the same emotions that I felt inside me. A frozen moment in time, capturing forever the brilliance of the scene before me.
It pained me though, to realize that I could never make that happen. How could I ever capture the grandness of it all? The smell of moss in the air. The sound of grass rippling in the water by the gentle breeze. Then softness of the ground.
No matter how good the gear, or how advanced the tools, I would not succeed. No, a photograph would be but a poor portrayal of my experience of nature’s magnificent spectacle
Gaustatoppen, considered by many to be the most beautiful mountain in Norway, towers above the town of Rjukan at an altitude of 1883 meters (6178 feet). The views from the top, as well as along the route, are stunning, and on a clear day, hikers can see one sixth of Norway from the summit!
The mountain is a popular destination for Norwegians, something I got to experience a few weeks ago. There was a constant stream of people all along the route. So many that there was a queue.
Many parents had brought their children along, the youngest ones walking, only three or four years old. Many of the children were crying and begging their parents to be carried, or simply refusing to go on. Most of the parents were ignoring their cries and telling them to keep going. This is something they simply had to do, and crying or yelling would definitely not help!
So en route to the summit of Gaustatoppen, with a backdrop of majestic Norwegian mountains, I got to witness the meticulous efforts of some parents to transfer what they believe to be core Norwegian values to the next generation. It was interesting to see how parents will always choose what they think is best for their children, no matter how much the little ones oppose.