Friday night Marius and I packed out packs for an over night near Flåm. We chose Flåm because it was near where we were supposed to meet the Metzs.
We drove about two and a half hours out of Bergen and started hiking in the thick mist. The grass was really wet so we got soaked on our legs and feet.
We got out fairly late and were eager to find a suitable spot for our tent pretty quick. We thought we saw a plateau above some loose rocks and decided to climb up. Maritime me to keep left and he would keep right, in case any loose rocks would tumble down into the valley. Soon we realized that we were just asking to get into a dangerous situation, so carefully went down to the trail and continued on.
A beautiful waterfall caught our attention and Marius decided to see if it would be possible to camp near it, a bit uphill from the trail. When he got to a certain point, he took off the pack and set it down. I thought this meant he was set for us to camp up there. Suddenly I heard him yell…