Why I go
There's a rhythm to walking uphill for hours that you can't fake. The first hour is your head, still spinning from the week. The second is your legs. Somewhere in the third, everything goes quiet — and what's left is the trail, the weather, and whoever you're with.
"The mountains are calling and I must go." — John Muir's line gets quoted a lot for a reason. You go back because it keeps being true.
I hike whenever I can — usually weekend trips, sometimes longer when the calendar allows. I'm as happy on a gentle Danish forest walk as on something with chains, helmets and exposure.
Places that stayed with me
Different continents, same three things: weather, light, and the person you're walking with. That's the formula.
A few favourite trails
Spain · Andalusia
Caminito del Rey
Vertical gorge walk with chains and catwalks — dramatic and unforgettable.
France · Occitanie
Lac d'Oô, Pyrenees
Steep ascent to a glacial lake. Quiet in summer, stunning in any weather.
Norway · Tromsø
Fjellheisen ridge
Winter hike with fjord views — the arctic in its working clothes.
Hungary · Balaton uplands
Badacsony & Csobánc
Volcanic hills above the lake — sunsets that belong on a postcard.
Hiking
Pyrenees
Arctic Norway
Andalusia
Balaton
Long walks
Slow travel
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