The trek

Wrapped up and preserving more body heat than I needed, we step from the Ice bar and I'm immediately blinded by the pristine white snow. Sliding my oakleys down to shield the glare, I automaticly feel I'm now dressed to impress, unlike poor old twisty who's own twenty pound shades later start to fall apart.

Activity No. 1 - A mountain trek

With our newly acquired snowshoes and spiked sticks in place, its time for a brisk trek up the snow covered  mountain, with promises of a warm meal and more cold beer at the end.

The walk starts well, with at least thirty other fun loving adventurers trudging through the snow, but things soon get tough for the less than fit amongst us....didn't I Steve. In fact I did surprisingly well, but poor old Steve struggled. The youngsters, Paul and Deano surged onwards, eager for beer no doubt. I held back a little not wanting to put them to shame, and kept an eye on Steve who was by this time, a quarter of a way up, slowly but surly lagging behind.