Hehe, interesting topic:) I have a story on this:
A few years ago, my gf at that time had been asking me if we could go visit her hut in the mountains. This hut was old and had not undergone maintenance for quite a few years, and it was a long drive to get there. After having been nagged and shamed for a few months, I eventually agreed to visit this hut of hers. And so the day came, and my gf had arranged for friends to join us as well. This was going to be the best trip ever, according to herself. As it turned out, it would reveal itself to be the opposite of that.
We were the first to arrive to the location of the hut, and so after parking the car, we prepared our equipment and started to climb the slopes of the mountain by foot. This was to be a short journey she said, and this she knew because she had taken this trip plenty of times when she was a child. By blind naivety I trusted her assessment. The day was already starting to fade as we began our walk on the snowy hills upwards.
After walking the first steep hill for 5 minutes, it became apparent that this journey would take longer than expected. Since the sun had been shining on the snow all day it had become water-like and difficult to walk on. By each step we took, we started to sink deeper into the snow until it covered our waists. But we marched on, each step being heavier than the last one, constantly slipping and falling into the wet and cold underlay. Our baggage became so heavy that I (in a tired rage) threw it all in a ditch alongside the road. After 2 hours of climbing and falling, I looked back down the hill and saw that we had only moved around 50m (54yd) since we started. And there was still a long way left to go. By this time, the sun had disappeared and it was pitch black.
After a perilous journey we made it to the top of the mountain, both soaking wet and cold to the bone. It was at this time my gf revealed she had forgotten were the hut was. And I was speechless, but too tired to comment on it. And so there we were, wading through the snow which had reached us to the shoulders at this point, looking for something that could resemble a building. And luckily, after searching for what felt like several hours, we found it. We entered the hut and started a fire, but the journey was not yet over. I still had to collect the baggage we had left in the mountain side.
And so, while my gf remained at the hut, I ran back down the mountain side to pick up what was left behind. After locating it, I bound it together and started my second ascent up the mountain. Yet at this point I had become so exhausted, that after reaching the top of the mountain I collapsed into a sort of semi-sleep. And there I remained for some time, until I was awakened by our friends whom had seen me on their way up. And so together we marched back to the hut, reaching it by pure willpower in the end. It had taken us 7 hours to ascend the 150m (164yd), and now we were inside a hut where 3 out of 4 roof-beams had broken in two.
The next morning we traveled back to the parking spot, quickly before the sun had risen, and drove back the same way we came from.
It is a good story today of course, but at the time it was anything but fun:)
The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal - Aristotle (384 - 322 BC)
vargpaj 3 years, 3 months ago.
