Summit of Mt Wellington and Silver Falls.

The first time I saw snow in a very long time. I did half of the hike up the mountain on my own but then bumped into one of the girls I was sharing a room with, a soft-spoken Swede named Vanessa, and we went the rest of the way together. When we got to a plateau we threw snowballs at each other and then sat inside the very small shack at the large wooden bench, wriggling our fingers and toes in front of the log fire to thaw. I couldn’t get over that, the novelty of having enough snow to start a snowball fight.