Snow is one of the things that have always appealed to me when I’m in the Alps.
It’s an incredibly gentle, gentle, beautiful place to spend a winter.
Snow mountains are the perfect place to go for a quiet retreat.
You can’t see the mountains, but you can hear them in the distance.
But as I’ve learned more about snow, I’ve noticed that the mountains are getting bigger.
I’ve even found snow-covered mountains, and it’s not the mountains anymore.
In the spring of 2015, a group of young hikers set off from their campsite at the southernmost tip of the world’s most northerly mountain range.
They crossed the summit of Mount Merapi, and from there they drove over the mountain to the south.
They set up camp near a village on a small patch of land.
“It’s a little bit of a shock,” one of them told me.
“It was quite beautiful, and I was pretty excited.
But then the whole thing happened.
We just fell off the road.
It was just a disaster.”
What the group didn’t realize was that the mountain was a glacier.
As a result, the roads and the trail to the summit were frozen.
There’s no place on the mountain where you could get on and off a snowmobile without falling off the mountain.
This was an absolute disaster.
The group’s gear was all gone.
The driver was stranded.
The two mountain guides were nowhere to be found.
They were stranded.
This was a real catastrophe.
So what happened next?
I’d met Kurt Ostrom before in Snowmount, a campground at the northern tip of Snowy Mountain, in the Alps near Tungsten resort in the mountains.
Karen and Kerstin were a couple who had just come back from a trip to the Gulf Islands.
Karen had recently moved to the U.S. from Canada and was looking for something to do while she was there.
It’s nice to be back home, she told me, and she had a new idea.
One night, they were hiking in the snow, and Karen’s husband was showing off a brand new snowmobile.
They were just going about their business when Kirk was standing there and told Kirill that his wife and Kirsten had just had a bad snowmobile accident.
And that’s when it hit me.
What do you do when your wife and she are in the middle of a snow avalanche?
That’s the question I had to ask myself.
We have a couple of dogs, Kris and Anna, and the idea of going home to a home that we wouldn’t be able to go to if we were to stay at home was just too embarrassing for us to even think about.
Then, when I heard Kos and Kristin saying goodbye to their dog, I knew that the perfect opportunity was now.
At the end of our first day in the mountains, we set out for Tengsten, the ski resort at the base of the Mount Merapi.
When I walked into Tongsten, I was absolutely surprised by the sight of Kyrsten sitting in his snowmobile, his feet in his mouth, his hands in a clutch around his dog’s head.
He looked like he was having a bad night and I was really sorry for him.
You can imagine how the whole experience took.
First, Tens of thousands of tourists were scheduled to descend on Tingsen to see the snowmobile and it was very, very difficult for everyone to stay together. For Krus and Kristin who had just arrived from Cherbourg and were finally back in Canada, they had been planning to go home for a few days, just to see the snowmobile again, but they were so surprized by the size of the crowds that they decided to return home to Canada. Once they returned to Canada the avalanche turned theres a new frenzy in Tingsen. On top of all that, the weather was getting better.
Even in snow conditions there were still several inches of snow on the