Over the weekend I, along with several other students on my program, climbed Mount Olympus in Thessaly. After spending all of my weekends thus far exploring Grecian islands, the cold was a shock to the system. Even at the base of the mountain, we could see our breath. The hike itself was strenuous but manageable. Anyone who has hiked near the Loj would likely be able to handle it.
The first day, the hike was flatter but longer. We slowly made our way up to the cabin where we had dinner and spent the night. The fall foliage enhanced the views (if that is possible) but made me nostalgic for a New England fall. Nothing can compare.
The second day's climb had a much steeper incline as neared the summit. Eventually, we climbed above the tree line...then above the cloud line. The coolest sight was to look across the mountain ridge and see the clouds in a shelf below you, being mirrored back by the sea. Stunning.
The adrenaline really kicked in when we reached the top and felt the sense of accomplishment. Totally worth the effort, and completely attainable. As instructed by my Myth and Religion professor, we offered libations to the Greek Gods reported to live on the mountain.
We told riddles and stories on the long hike down, pausing occasionally to breath in the incredible fresh air (here in Athens you don't get much of that).