And I probably never will, because a) the snow we experienced was a torrential wind ridden snow storm mixed with hail, b) if you do live in New Zealand, you do not have a cozy house, and c) I would never choose hot chocolate over wine.
Anyways, I intended to go on a hike in the snow this morning, but I got distracted by finishing my book. More on the book later. So it was an afternoon hike, and it appeared that 90% of the snow had melted. Regardless, I threw on my shoes, grabbed my camera, and drove to the top of the hill we live on.
Looking West towards the Southern Alps |
Attempted close up of the Alps... |
Remember how I said that I "threw on some shoes". Yeah... I actually underestimated the snow on the walking track. I threw on my Toms, albeit the ones with the wool lining, but 100% non-waterproof nonetheless. Fantastic reasoning on my part.
My hike was more of an amble, and it was a short, tedious, freezing cold amble. Of course I deserved every moment of discomfort because I have a pair of waterproof boots sitting by the door at home.
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