Mountain ogre ruined my hike This happened three years ago. I was hiking in the mountains of northern Sweden with a few friends. On this day we were going between two mountain cabins, perhaps 15 km (~10 miles). Usually an easy hike, but that summer had been unusually cold and there was a lot of snow and ice on the trails. To add to this, it was raining constantly, wind speeds close to storm and only a few degrees above freezing. I've hiked many times in bad weather, but this was the worst ever, we just wanted to arrive at the next station as soon as possible.  We passed an especially difficult part of the trail, ice on an incline, lubricated by the rain. We fell several times and there was really no way to walk around it. That's when the ogre appeared. We couldn't believe our eyes, sure we've seen larger fatties, but that was not something you would expect to find on a mountain trail. Maybe 50 years, 130-140 kg and pretty tall. Alone. He was standing still but out of breath, it looked like he would drop dead any second. He was in no shape to do a hike in good conditions with a group of people, he's trying to do it under the worst possible conditions and alone.  He said that his goal was the mountain cabin that we had started from that morning (he had walked about 7-8 km and had about as much left). We tried to convince him to turn around because the trail was to difficult. We told him about how many times we fell on the icy path, and how there was no way around it. But he wouldn't listen, and insisted on continuing. He just needed to rest for an hour or so.  We continued and left him (what else could we do?). Now we are worried, on top of being wet, frozen and exhausted. Thanks fatty. We arrived at our mountain cabin and are greeted by an extremely worried cabin host. Apparently, he had tried to convince the beast to stay, but it didn't listen. Several hours pass, and our host becomes more and more worried, he was in phone contact with the host in the other cabin, and fatty had not arrived. Both hosts decide to go out and look for him. So instead of having a nice evening at the cabin, we are now worrying about the well being of three people. Good job, fatty.  Our host returns, no fatty. We finally get a call from the other cabin, fatty found! Apparently he fell on the icy part, hurt himself and made camp. Since the storm had subsided, the other cabin host made the call that the ogre's crappy tent would be enough to survive the night, and  that they would help him the next day.  Fat people can NOT do everything a human can. Fat people ruin everything.