After following a sign on Mount Ulriken to Hostel Montana I thought I’d return to the path I’d ascended the mountain, but found myself in unfamiliar territory as I left the waterfall and reached roads and houses.
Mount Ulriken to Saedalen
Then I realised I must be the other side of the tunnel I’d visited a few days before on a random trek to the south-west. I was in Saedalen. I walked over the tunnel, as there was no pedestrian access, and returned to the road already trodden.
I’d enjoyed my time on Mount Ulriken, but it was also nice to be returning to civilisation; to a hot shower, food and relaxation with a morning’s achievement for contemplation. It reminded me of a Folding Mirror poem I’d recently written, and that I’ve just published on fmpoetry.wordpress.com.
Here’s some photos:
Videos of Mount Ulriken and Waterfall