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Once upon a time two splendid looking young fellows spent their lazy summer eves on hatching some utmost astonishing plan. And this is what it was set to be: Both of the formidable lads had some utter strange bicycle which was meant still to roll where nothing else on our sweet little planet could ever roll anymore.
It was almost kind of outerspace machines.
near Kvitfjell von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Month and month again passed by reading expedition reports and studying rare maps of unknown earthly terrain. Later on the two bold comrades spent
all their ready money - and a lot more - on sausages, socks and hats to withstand the evil forces of northern wilderness. They had in mind to wait until winter would have had firmly settled in the northern mountains of southern Norway to bring their heavily laden machines there and hover across the fjell from north to south having some superior experience in order to widen the possibilities of their cerebration.
Then finally when some certain amount of shiny white snow had fallen out of doubtful skies and Father Frost had turned all water to solid rock our two gentle companions decided to strap all their sausages onto their lovely machines and move north to the glory of our Holy Godfather of the Church of
Bulgy Tires. The two ambitious but not at all ambiguous contestants reached Otta some medium springy late winter tuesday that had followed some likely monday. Dusk flowed into the deep notch of the remote valley and the flanks left and right grew steeper and steeper pretending some
perpendicular abyss by means of trickery of twilight.
The machines had some 120 pounds each and as they were saddled once our two virtuous tinkerers started to crawl up the mountain side to the east.
Icy slopes had to be mastered in uncountable turns while night fell upon the country in heavy swells.
Otta at night von Schrabinski auf Flickr
After hours of pushing and sweating the upper plain was reached and the excellently conceived machines made first contact to the soft and grumpy snow the skies had thrown onto mother earth during the last months of shallow sun.
Oh how awfully distressing progress had become.
More digging than floating - what outrageous impudence!
Towards midnight the first camp was errected to let sleep wipe away bitter sorrow. During nighttime downy flakes flung themselves onto the veil that
covered our two peacefully dreaming disciples of bantingism and softened the peripherie.
first camp von Schrabinski auf Flickr
When all the newly made hot drinks had been stowed away the very next morning fate was tried again and slowly but persevering the huge black
rubber crept through the virgin linen like a squirrel under flue.
drunk? von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
When several hours of changing position in space had gone by our two conquerors darted a sharp glance at the point of no return and heavy hearted they decided in bitter despair not to tempt fate as hard as they had planned beforewhilest unutterable deep snow spread out in front of them rocking to and fro beneath uncertain winds as far as one could see. What a blow to our heroes!
point of no return von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Rattled by distasteful emotions they concluded to take the beast from another side exerting themselves southwestwardsto the valley again but exploring quite another track than they had come to reattack the fjell more in the south.
Some further night had to be spent up in the mountains
2nd night von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
our fjell palace von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
and the next day our heavily afflicted brothers in mind had to confirm that again they got stuck in hip deep snow and drift.
fiskedalen - gotten stuck again von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
There was no choice but to enforce the complete retreat doubling back all the way they had come.
damp conditions von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Their past traces had already vanished - the surroundings again covered by an all new white sheet.
lunch von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
So another day went by under hard manhauling and the two had to swallow high spirits in the evening as a substitute for the ones they had lost during daytime.
The subsequent morning flaming machines with provoking warriors on top stormed down the valley preparing the consistent attack. The temperatures
rose above zero and heavy snow and rain blew into their faces in sudden gusts for two long and exhausting days.
april? von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
best campsite ever
von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Knee deep slush splattered allover and formed wild creatures out of the machines.
When all clothes and sleeping bags where dripping with icy cold water our two beaten fighters headed up the mountain again for revenge.
climbing up to Hafjell von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Scrambling up through stifling haze and terrifiying mists the snows rose up to the yonks.
nowhere boy von Schrabinski auf Flickr
When they entered the fjell the wind turned north and the temperatures dropped. Late afternoon it was already 10°C below zero and the clothes,
soaking wet, froze hard as brick. When the camp had been errected the temperature had fallen to 16°C below zero and some most beautiful moon rose into sullen skies. What a tranquil and splendid moment that was!
moonrise von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
campfire von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
The night was long and cold in soaking wet blankets while the temperature dropped furthermore to 18°C below zero inside the tent.
The following morning our two dear fellows were woken up by some startling orange light, a glowin´ fireball rising above horizon inflaming the skies.
sunrise von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
With numb feet and fingers the two untiring comrades mounted their powerful machines - after having already spent 7 nights under treacherous skies -
and finally succeeded in traveling the firmly frozen ground blasting across the great plain in some hellyeah speed, eyes widely shut in humility of natures unchained beauty.
icy cold von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
any problems boys? von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
splendid von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
hardpack von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
some frozen lake von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
snowdrift von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
frozen evening atmosphere von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
The last night of this adventure had 19°C below zero again and big lumps of ice inside the sleeping bag prepared for quite a disagreeable time ...
to cold to fuck von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
ahoj, schrabimmel
It was almost kind of outerspace machines.
near Kvitfjell von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Month and month again passed by reading expedition reports and studying rare maps of unknown earthly terrain. Later on the two bold comrades spent
all their ready money - and a lot more - on sausages, socks and hats to withstand the evil forces of northern wilderness. They had in mind to wait until winter would have had firmly settled in the northern mountains of southern Norway to bring their heavily laden machines there and hover across the fjell from north to south having some superior experience in order to widen the possibilities of their cerebration.
Then finally when some certain amount of shiny white snow had fallen out of doubtful skies and Father Frost had turned all water to solid rock our two gentle companions decided to strap all their sausages onto their lovely machines and move north to the glory of our Holy Godfather of the Church of
Bulgy Tires. The two ambitious but not at all ambiguous contestants reached Otta some medium springy late winter tuesday that had followed some likely monday. Dusk flowed into the deep notch of the remote valley and the flanks left and right grew steeper and steeper pretending some
perpendicular abyss by means of trickery of twilight.
The machines had some 120 pounds each and as they were saddled once our two virtuous tinkerers started to crawl up the mountain side to the east.
Icy slopes had to be mastered in uncountable turns while night fell upon the country in heavy swells.
Otta at night von Schrabinski auf Flickr
After hours of pushing and sweating the upper plain was reached and the excellently conceived machines made first contact to the soft and grumpy snow the skies had thrown onto mother earth during the last months of shallow sun.
Oh how awfully distressing progress had become.
More digging than floating - what outrageous impudence!
Towards midnight the first camp was errected to let sleep wipe away bitter sorrow. During nighttime downy flakes flung themselves onto the veil that
covered our two peacefully dreaming disciples of bantingism and softened the peripherie.
first camp von Schrabinski auf Flickr
When all the newly made hot drinks had been stowed away the very next morning fate was tried again and slowly but persevering the huge black
rubber crept through the virgin linen like a squirrel under flue.
drunk? von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
When several hours of changing position in space had gone by our two conquerors darted a sharp glance at the point of no return and heavy hearted they decided in bitter despair not to tempt fate as hard as they had planned beforewhilest unutterable deep snow spread out in front of them rocking to and fro beneath uncertain winds as far as one could see. What a blow to our heroes!
point of no return von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Rattled by distasteful emotions they concluded to take the beast from another side exerting themselves southwestwardsto the valley again but exploring quite another track than they had come to reattack the fjell more in the south.
Some further night had to be spent up in the mountains
2nd night von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
our fjell palace von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
and the next day our heavily afflicted brothers in mind had to confirm that again they got stuck in hip deep snow and drift.
fiskedalen - gotten stuck again von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
There was no choice but to enforce the complete retreat doubling back all the way they had come.
damp conditions von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Their past traces had already vanished - the surroundings again covered by an all new white sheet.
lunch von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
So another day went by under hard manhauling and the two had to swallow high spirits in the evening as a substitute for the ones they had lost during daytime.
The subsequent morning flaming machines with provoking warriors on top stormed down the valley preparing the consistent attack. The temperatures
rose above zero and heavy snow and rain blew into their faces in sudden gusts for two long and exhausting days.
april? von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
best campsite ever
vonSchrabinski auf Flickr
Knee deep slush splattered allover and formed wild creatures out of the machines.
When all clothes and sleeping bags where dripping with icy cold water our two beaten fighters headed up the mountain again for revenge.
climbing up to Hafjell von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Scrambling up through stifling haze and terrifiying mists the snows rose up to the yonks.
nowhere boy von Schrabinski auf Flickr
When they entered the fjell the wind turned north and the temperatures dropped. Late afternoon it was already 10°C below zero and the clothes,
soaking wet, froze hard as brick. When the camp had been errected the temperature had fallen to 16°C below zero and some most beautiful moon rose into sullen skies. What a tranquil and splendid moment that was!
moonrise von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
campfire von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
The night was long and cold in soaking wet blankets while the temperature dropped furthermore to 18°C below zero inside the tent.
The following morning our two dear fellows were woken up by some startling orange light, a glowin´ fireball rising above horizon inflaming the skies.
sunrise von Schrabinski
auf Flickr
With numb feet and fingers the two untiring comrades mounted their powerful machines - after having already spent 7 nights under treacherous skies -
and finally succeeded in traveling the firmly frozen ground blasting across the great plain in some hellyeah speed, eyes widely shut in humility of natures unchained beauty.
icy cold von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
any problems boys? von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
splendid von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
hardpack von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
some frozen lake von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
snowdrift von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
frozen evening atmosphere von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
The last night of this adventure had 19°C below zero again and big lumps of ice inside the sleeping bag prepared for quite a disagreeable time ...
to cold to fuck von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
Unbenannt von
Schrabinski auf Flickr
ahoj, schrabimmel
Geilo
ich wollt heute mit der dicken ins watt und was ist der tidekalender ist nicht auf meiner seite 
