A ride with Margus usually starts and ends in similar fashion. The middle portion, however, is always a crapshoot.
It always begins with an excited phone call or text, sometimes the night before, sometimes a few days out. The will be either super loose when the objective is to maximize fun, or super tight if there is a photo idea in his head.
We'll load up into my truck- his “city-guy” Volvo’s ground clearance sure doesn't add up to his backcountry mileage. We'll end up at the trailhead, gear will always be scaled back to its minimum, and he'll usually have at least two lenses and a Nikon body ready to go. Beers will be left in a creek or in a cooler.
It ends with me going home, later than expected. My stuff is wet, shoes especially, my bike is dirty - the food is long gone. Dirty clothes are piled next to the bike, first the shower, then sleep.