First View of Gaustatoppen: Now, we were getting excited. We had been driving on twisting and turning roads for hours, and our destination was just ahead. Par was even more excited than I was because he could finally unload me onto solid ground and not listen to my constant, "Ooh...slow down...", "Are we going to run out of gas?", "Ummm...that sure is a sharp turn...", Ooohhh...slow down...", etc. etc., etc...I was a royal pain in the butt on this trip, and he was a saint to put up with my worries. He did mention that psychotherapy might be a real help to me (actually, several other friends have mentioned the same thing to me after having me as a passenger in their vehicles...I think I might have to finally listen to them, or I might lose all my friends before too long.)