I was still in recovery mode from sickness (and other female issues), when Kari’s mother decided we should go up the same mountain that the cabin was located in. I was told that it wasn’t such a long trip, so I went along in blissfull ignorance. The first kilometer or so was okey, no problem. But then the climbing began and it was steep. I had to go at my own pace to ensure that I didn’t over extend myself, and I’m happy I did. Halfway there my water bottle was empty and there was no water in sight anywhere, but again I was told it was “just around the corner”. I continued walking but I just soured more and more. Just before I was about to say “fuck it”, they shouted: We’re here!
So I got up.