>Hiking alone in the Norwegian mountains in the summer
>Still lots of snow and ice around
>Start off from a hut, plan is to go for 20km to the next one.
>Tell the staff where I'm going, they warn me of possibly crappy weather and advice not to go.
>Convince them I'm experienced and well-equipped
>The only map i have is in a photo in my camera
>Start off following the signposts
>Everything's well
>Uh oh, suddenly it's foggy, very foggy
>Can just about see to the next sign, other than that it's all scary black mountains, fog and snow.
>Lose sight of the next signpost, no problem, i'll just go back.
>Find new kinds of signs, twigs.
>Oh well, guess I'll follow them.
>The path takes me across a glacier with pretty deep holes and cracks filled with water.
>Uh oh, well, i can swim and climb and i don't mind my feet getting wet.
>Somehow make it across.
>Fog eases off as i go lower, find signs again
>Walk and walk, find a signpost telling me I'm way off the trail i was supposed to take.
>See a river that has no bridges
>Walk upstream, see a broken bridge
>Try to cross it. No chance, too rapid and deep, almost get swept away.
>Walk downstream, see a road and hikers on the other side.
>I wave to them - they wave back and smile.
>Luckily they could hear me and got my problem.
>They point me to a narrow ice bridge that's going across – it's maybe 5m in length.
>Somehow make it across.
>Find an altogether different hut. Turns out I had followed signs for a snowmobile track, turning my 20km for the day closer to 40.
>Had a little bit of a scare and learned to respect the conditions in the mountains.
