>be me and best friend
>be early may in northern Scandinavia
>decide to ride our mtb's up one valley, across a mountain and descend the next valley
>no map, little food, dressed for spring
>heading up first valley on a logging road, everything is great
>road turns into a path, still ok
>more and more patches of snow
>soon the path is obscured by snow and it's impossible to use the bikes
>hike up to the plateau on the mountain with the bikes on our backs
>lots of melting snow, holy shit this river is big!
>cross river barefoot with freezing water to our knees, backpack + carrying bike
>at one point I'm balancing on one foot on a slippery rock with a toe on the other foot stuck in one of the bikes toe caps and the current is pulling the bike
>to get out of the water on the other side we have to crawl up a steep bank of hard, wet snow and ice - barefoot while carrying a bike.
>fuck... much more snow on this side bco shadow
>head towards next valley vading through tigh deep heavy and wet snow.
>seriously concidering just leaving the bike up there
>finally the descent begins, but we are still struggling through tigh deep snow
>at this point we are getting seriously wet and cold
>finally ge get below the snow and can ride our bikes, but the ground is wetm, lots of high grass and there is no path so it's going slow
>eventualy find a small private cabin where we take a rest and drink our last water (for some reason we didn't refill when crossing the river)
>contemplate breaking into the cabin. We're _that_ hungry and cold. But we decide to keep going
>not long after we reach the road and is immediately chased by an angry dog forcing us to use our last energy to sprint away from him
>then slowly bicycle two or three miles home
