Galdhøpiggen
Here we are (Molly behind camera) on top of Norway's highest mountain (2469 m or about 8100 feet), along with a few of the several dozen other tourists that slogged through the wet summer snow to get there.
Photo credit: www.worldadventure.pe.kr/ toto/toto_71.html
We stayed the night at Spiterstulen, a privately-owned fjellstue in a deep valley between Norway's two highest peaks. It has been owned and developed by the Sullheim family for generations, with humble beginnings as a seter or summer farm that began taking in guests in the 19th century. It is now a complex of buildings with several dozen guest rooms and a spacious main building complete with sauna and swimming pool. Rick had stayed there for the whole of Easter week in 1984, and Rick and Nancy visited again in 1990 (along with Molly in utero!).
In the morning the weather looked reasonable, so we left Spiterstulen shortly after breakfast and began the long climb. Over most of Jotunheimen the clouds came and went during the morning and afternoon.
But over Galdhøpiggen the clouds came and stayed. No views from the top -- you takes your chances.
There is a little lunch hut dug into the side of the mountain with its roof just a few meters below the summit. Warm and dry, with coffee, tea, sweets, and t-shirts on sale by the rugged, hardware-draped tough guy guides that lead groups of people up from Juvasshytta across the Styggebreen.
The rain showers began in earnest when we were about 30 min away from Spiterstulen. The drying rooms, sauna, and swimming pool were especially welcoming.