Ahh, the first hut trip of the season: Saying a silent prayer that you remembered your booties, layering the long-johns and rehashing some wood splitting skills.
Feeling the cold air hit your cheeks as you head deeper and deeper into the mountains…
Feeling a sense of wonder with each glide.
The surrounding mountains begin to fade as night approaches.
Legs warm, hands warm, sipping on a special drink – the little shack in the woods becomes a make-shift home.
Cooking a meal around a Whisperlite stove, snacking on chocolate and cuddling with a furry friend.
With the glowing mood above, the stars begin to sing – a marvellous tune of snow sitting so softly.
Looking up towards the sky and clicking your headlamp off…there is no need to create your own light.
Saying goodnight to the reflection of your breath in the cool air – dreams of fresh skin tracks floating around in your head.
Mountaindarlin 
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