After a couple of false summits I was onto a small plateau, somewhere around 700m. Finding ground that wasn't rock was tricky. Finding ground that wasn't rocky or saturated with recent snow melt was trickier. Eventually I found a sweet spot with just enough flat-ish real estate to pitch my fly and inflate my mattress.
The views were fantastic. Giants, snow and glaciers to the south, mean monsters right next to mine, the fjord and finally the folded hills towards the city. Even the mackerel sky that stretched above me offered choice viewing pleasure.
Sveningen's steps required finger tip scrambling, as in, I could walk most of it with just the occasional finger tip on nearby rocks to steady myself. Just in a couple of spots were all four points of contact required. Bizarrely, the route to the summit travelling this direction isn't marked but the route down is clearly signalled buy white squares painted periodically on the rock. I guess if you wanna get to the top you just keep going up until there is no more up to be had.
The summit was quiet, still and sublime. More snow than rock, the safety hut was snowed under. I mixed water, snow, hot chocolate mix and a coffee sachet for a mountain frappuccino that was sunk fast. I scribbled my name into the notebook, locked away from the elements in a Pelican case and stored inside a post box that looked like winter storms had been tearing at it for six months, lid missing, paint rapidly following.
Heading down I 'ski-ed' on my forty six and a halves down the gentler snow fields and picked my way on hands, feet and occasionally my butt down the truly steep stuff. The forest jeep track down the valley was hot and dusty. The 8km tarmac road back to civilisation was tender footed, sun-burned hell. With 'No service' blinking on my phone all the way along Hausdalen I wondered if I would have to walk the entire way home. Thankfully by the time I hit the main road I had 3G and within minutes an air-conditioned, leather upholstered, eight seater Mercedes taxi picked me up. The taxi driver was deep in conversation with someone via his Bluetooth earpiece so I started the process of reliving the journey early, clicking through the images on my camera and smiling.