I glance down frozen steps to where Lydia is following me painfully slowly. The ascent up the 7,000 steps has been long and treacherous. Further down while at it’s base, in Ivarstead, the path and the mountain had looked beautiful. Who knew where the perfect, white snow stopped and the billowing clouds began.

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