Birds do not really have a problem with cusps. They just fly and see what is on the other side of the mountain. We humans have to climb the mountain to discover what is on the other side. There is a downwards slope on the other side of the cusp, perhaps a view of a few villages, even a town. I have done it so often. The view might be different, but it all goes downwards. Now is the time for the decision, after all you got there. Let us take a few photos as a memory of this day of achievement and then go home.
Of course there are cusps and cusps. In Switzerland you might see even more cusps appearing after reaching the top of a cusp. We have alps on the other side and you do not even think about reaching their cusps, unless you are equipped with alpine cliimbing gear and have experience. It is not everyone’s thing to climb a Matterhorn or an Eiger, just to see what is on the other side. You can do that with a video, so why bother.
The most disappointing mountains I even crossed were in Norway. It must have been on the outskirts of Oslo somewhere as I was attending an international meeting as a secretary recording the minutes in 1968, being a mere 22 years old. I stayed a week in Oslo and one of the entertainsments was to see the Norwegian mountains. Mountains? forget the cusps. It was a range of high hills compared to the Swiss version. You climbed to the next peak with expecataions of what you saw from the cusp and all you saw was the next cusp. After climbing around on these apologies for mountains after an hour, I relised that in Norway the mountains were not distributed with spaces in between where a wonderful breathtaking view could be expected from the top. No, they were hills on an assembly line of hills, and the cusps just gave you a view of the next cusp. As you can see in the photo, we were aimlessly walking around searching for a peak with a good view of the Norwegian country, its fjords and towns and villages. Nothing doing, it was just a row of endless cusps.