Darkness is falling and we are stranded on snowmobiles in the middle of a frozen Arctic lake. A lake so big that you can see it from the moon, yet so remote that rescue is hours away.
The fog feels apocalyptic. Thick like a soup, visibility close to zero. A total white-out.
All I can hear is Sami Hyypia’s words ringing in my ears on repeat. ‘If you see water, full throttle, otherwise you die.’
What started out as a soul-cleansing 270km ride through pine forests and hidden tracks suddenly feels more sinister.
One snowmobile has run out of fuel and another has a broken axle from a high-speed collision with a pine tree.