freezing our asses off

It still was cold as hell, if you know what I mean, up in Scandinavia. Lakes were frozen to a degree that, I'm sure, you could drive a truck over them. And to make things worse, we didn't try to use the bubblas heater, as we were in doubt if they were connected right and if they would be leaky or not. So instead of the brainfreeze we usually have prior to planning such crazy trips, this time our toes were slowly turning black with frostbite.