After a walk–in the beautiful long arctic summer sunset–which got dicey near some cliffs, after a long climb that seemed to never end and get harder and harder, there finally came a corner and around it was the plateau of the top of the island. From there all I needed to do was cross the plateau and find the nice and safe trail back to the island; I had had my fill of brave trailblazing for the day. I breathed a great sigh of relief and started the long walk over boulders as the thick sea fog rolled in. I walked and walked and walked, and finally the sight of a cairn and a well worn footpath brought a smile to my soul.