Ain't No Mountain High Enough

At 3am our alarms went off and I groggily slumped out of bed, looking back and longing to re-wrap myself up in those warms sheets. But by 3:50am there we were, dressed in layer upon layer of clothes with skis strapped onto our backs, standing in the dark, about to start our moonlit climb up the mountain to the top of Kappall.

Finding Narnia

Fun fact for you all, I am currently writing this from my first bath in 5 months complete with bubbles and Bon Iver (on Spotify, not in my bath). Heaven, right? Sometimes you need a little pampering, ya know?

Anyways, let's get back to the mountains and snowier times. St. Anton can get very busy out on the slopes. That's when you run away into the trees. Here we found our own bit of Narnia.

Hello, England

We meet again, rainy England.