I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating. I adore a good “oh no, we're all alone in this small space together for a night/day/week and it's 1) cold or 2) dark or 3) just one bed, WHATEVER SHALL WE DO????”
* happy sigh *
I'm not sure if it's because this is an experience I've had with my significant other, but it's one I can attest to being a great test of whether you want to STAY significant others with them. Lol.
When Mr. Arend and I were dating, we arranged to go on a winter back country ski trip together with friends. A close drive from Calgary, Alberta, we'd ski the six hour trip with backpacks on and end up at a cabin in the Rocky Mountains. Bryant Creek cabin has sleeping space for 20, and it was totally booked for that weekend.
The day we left, there were blizzard warnings. But the sky was clear, and the roads were mostly fine, so like typical twenty-year olds with more energy than sense, we went anyway.
The roads gave us zero problem, probably because there was no-one else on them! Lol. When we got to the starting point of the ski though, trouble kicked in. The trails had been developed and changed that year, so we attempted to follow the new directions given to us by a ranger.
Two hours of bush-whacking later, we were back at the lake–our starting point—in sight of our vehicle.
From there, anything that could go wrong, did. There were no set tracks to follow, an unheard of situation considering there was a full cabin. The snow conditions were tough to move in. When my ski binding broke mid-trip, Mr. Arend switched skis with me and sent me ahead to cover some distance while he MacGyvered a solution to hold the ski on.
Did I mention this was a few days before Christmas, so twilight arrived very early? I was alone, skiing in the fading light, singing kid's songs to myself as I kept single-mindedly moving one foot in front of the other.
I made such good time Mr. Arend finally caught up with me 5 minutes out from the cabin.
The fully booked cabin, yes? The one that would have a roaring fire and as soon as we got over this ridge we'd see the glowing lights welcoming us in and…where the heck was it? Couldn't see a thing.
No one else was there. They'd all listened to the blizzard warnings and stayed home.
No foul weather had arrived, but an empty cabin meant instead of a relaxing end to a big ski, we had to do all the work chores of setting up camp. Light the fire, chop a hole in the river ice (really) to get water, wait for the freezing cold cabin to warm up while we cooked Raman noodles and ate pepperoni sticks.
And that, dear reader, is when I knew marrying him was so right. Because Mr. Arend got the fire going then insisted I stay in the slowly warming cabin to set up the sleeping bags and find the food while he dealt with the ice and the axe and hauled in firewood.
A private cabin in the Rocky Mountains is a great place to find your soul mate. <3
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