On my fifth day exploring the Faroe Islands, I head to the 3rd highest mountain in the area, attempting a summit climb. Was I successful, did I enjoy epic views, or did the Gods rain down hard on me, and cover the landscape in clouds?
My morning started out promising weather wise, but as I’ve quickly learned here, things change rapidly. I head through undersea and mountain tunnels to the northern most island, only to find thick fog covering the landscape when I get to the trailhead.
I wait it out a bit, but the Gods don’t seem to be relinquishing their cover. I tackle the trail anyway. A 2 and 1/2 mile straight up the mountain journey, with a rock scramble for the last 1/2 mile. Intense doesn’t come close to describing it.
Although the scenic views I was hoping for didn’t happen, something else did, and that outshined everything.
