There’s more than a little magic in eating a sandwich at 1,516 metres, sitting on curly white lichen – “reindeer food”– with 12 female friends who only yesterday were complete strangers. I’m on my first solo holiday post-divorce, feeling simultaneously nervous and brave. Some had never walked up a mountain before, others were uncertain if they still could, yet we conquered Ruten, Rundhø and Sprenpiggen as well as our innermost fears and supported each other all the way up and down. I booked the trip with Walking Women.
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