I hated it.
Child of walkers, dragged up hill down dale, tops of moutains and bottoms of gorges... (on the weekends we weren't being dropped off cliffs or chucked down caves)...
I like the views. I liked the 'innit nice up here with no one else around' I guess.
I hated every other aspect of it, though at the time I didn't actually know that it wasn't normal to find walking horribly painful and extremely hard work, I assumed I was just.. idle and a whinger * (spoiler alert. I had undiagnosed heart issues and Ehlers Danlos, but it was the 1980's so i was just a whingey clumsy lazy child).
I can get the views by going up there in a car and stopping at a view point.
I can also stay home, stay warm, not struggle to breath in a gale that threatens to take me off my feet, with icy rain lashing the skin off my face. And look at nice photos of pretty views.
Walking simply to walk and not see nice views... never understood that. I walk the dog (From my wheelchair), but without a dog no, I wouldn't bother!
It just isn't for everyone!