and number 2:
>biking the Cassiar Highway
>loving the scenery and gorgeous weather
>everything is fantastic
>running low on insulin because it doesn't work so well as it gets warm
>it's cool, I'm biking so much (burns hella carbs), I'll just make do with long-lasting stuff
>pull up to a roadside rest-stop to spend the night
>put my food-pannier inside the back of one of the bear-proof trash bins they have there, as advised by a couple of cyclists I met a few days back, because hanging it from a tree is kind of a pain
>plan to wake up early and take it away before anyone might come by
>miscalculate long-term insulin dosage, take substantially too much
>wake up at 3 pm (probably unconscious and hypoglycemic for a substantial fraction of that time)
>fuck, at least I'm alive
>go to get my food (blood sugar is still really low)
>trash bin has been emptied and my food has been removed
>there's a town maybe 20 km away, but biking there would be suicide without eating something first
>I have no food
>my stove and pannier and kitchen utensils are also gone
>wave down a car passing by, convince them to give me some cookies
>bike to town, hit the grocery store asap
>talk to people in town, eventually find out who is responsible for emptying the trash bins
>have no cell service, but some ranger-type folks let me use their office phone to call the rubbish-collecting place
>they've closed, need to spend the night
>cute ranger girl gives me an awesome recommendation for a place in town to stealth camp for the night in an abandoned airfield near a pond
>go back the next morning, ranger boss tells me about medical clinic in town where I can get fresh insulins
>tells me rubbish-collecting place is still closed, I go to try and get meds
>on my way, cute ranger girl catches me in a truck, tells me that rubbish-collectors called and they have my food-pannier and I can pick it up that afternoon
>successfully retrieve food-pannier and acquire fresh insulin
>continue happily-ever-after
