Length of a diet

The long ride with the weight on our backs,
Struggling up mountains,
Winding through snaking tracks,
The weight finally broke me,
I could go on no more,

Tired and cold, sleeping on the boggy floor,
The wind of the lakes, swept us all night,
The rains of hell, pounded us all night,
The noise and the sound,
Creating in my mind, the nightly fright

Onwards and upwards, starting on the noodles,
Conquering mountain tops,
bleeding and fuming,
Still we continued,
Higher and lower,
Back breaking labour
howling at the thunder,

Then the moment came, our bodies collapsed,
I lay in a heap, at whinlatter pass,
The tent and the backpack was to much to take,
My back had broken, I had to loose the weight