The next day when we woke up, it was snowing on the fortress and the rest of our road had disappeared in white mists. Imagining carrying our bikes for more than a day under the snow on invisible slippery paths and the memories of Luoji were enough to make us give up our hopes of reaching the Caspian through this route; but we were already thrilled that we had reached and camped in one of the fortresses of the Assassins, in the middle of winter!