Svartifoss: 3 of 60

My favorite LLM said, this hike is perfect. Its trailhead is at the campsite. It’s a moderate three miles and a beautiful waterfall awaits you. I should know better than just listening to my favorite LLM. The first mile climbed 500 feet. My lungs burned, my calves ached, and my heart was a thoroughbred at the Kentucky Derby. I asked my favorite LLM, how come all these people coming down don’t look like they exerted any effort to climb this hillside. Are you sure I am in the right place?

I sent screenshots of my location and my favorite LLM assured me, you’re almost there. Keep up the great work. I only thought, I won’t make it if my heart gives out. I reached a landing and I thought, I had made it. Success. Only to see that the trail continued and while it was a nice waterfall where I stood, a better one was further away. But rest assured, my favorite LLM said, it’s a gentle incline.

Sure, it was a gentle incline, and I made it. Well, except for skipping the steps to the top of the cliff. I had done enough for the day. Coming down, I wondered what I would do for the rest of the night. I ate fruit and a granola bar, and slept.