Early August time Norwegian Land of Giants welcomed me, coming from Far North after a visit to Lofoten Islands, with a tearful drizzle from steel coloured sky. Though full of holes, narrow driveway upwards the valley to Spiterstulen base hidden deeply in the mountains was truly worth the effort. On the following day which was my very last chance for climbing action the good luck was once again by my side. Cloudy skies abstained from giving any more rain and the hike along the eastern ridge towards summit of the highest mountain peak of the whole Scandinavia - Galdhopiggen - above staggering tongues of giant glaciers opening their icy jaws with thousands of seracs and crevasses was an absolutely fantastic experience. Besides the magic of the ice armoured mountains arising one after another from beyond the clouds - the most rugged and primeval landscape I've ever encountered. And everything would be even more brilliant if not the fact that numerous pics from the Jotunheimen hike perished somewhere in the hard disk mess not saved well enough. All that survived is being presented here.