Mister says I'm ready to mount this monster.
It's called Malmangernuten.
In May, as soon as the snow's off it, I'm going up.
12 years ago he told me he'd take me up there some day. I looked at him then, and laughed, "Dude, are you high? Is that some sort of threat? Is this Hell, and is that why it's so fucking cold here?"
I've changed a bit since then. I'm actually looking forward to it.