Last weekend, some of my very dear friends brought me to see the first snow of my life at Rubicon, Victoria. I begrudgingly got up at 7am (when we were supposed to leave, oops), put on way too many layers of clothing, and steeled myself for TWO HOURS in the car. It turned out to be one of the best days ever, and left me feeling so grateful and warm that I have friends who were SO determined that I was going to see the snow this year. We left Rubicon so exhausted, but excitedly buzzing about our new yearly snow tradition (or at least I was!) The trip to Rubicon was actually really fun. We got coffee and hash browns from McDonalds and talked the entire time. We stopped before we went up the mountain for a pee break, and I went on the playground BUT NOBODY ELSE WANTED TO because everyone hates fun. Anica was very convinced that there wasn't going to be any snow, or there would only be terrible not-very-fun snow, BUT BOY did the mountain sure prove her wrong. When we started to see the first tiny patches of snow, it was like Christmas in my heart. I was so excited to even see a tiny bit of that frozen cold white sludge.

After like two minutes of running around crazily in the snow, making snowballs - or ice balls because the snow was HARD - it was so so hot and we all had to shed our 600 layers. The day was so sunny and warm, it was bizarre to me that there was so much snow when I was feeling so cozy. My inner-twelve-year-old-boy made a snow penis, and then we continued up the mountain to find more snow. We ended up finding this AMAZING untouched area of snow and it was so so incredible - it had some ~grey ice~, I think, someone correct me if that's wrong, and we all ended up unleashing our inner toxic masculinity by punching the ice. Angus and J cut their hands up because they weren't wearing gloves and ice is DANGER. I was the only one who managed to get covered in mud TWICE and ruin both pairs of gloves Anica brought for me because I picked the wrong section of ice to punch.

I spent the whole day smiling and laughing. A lot of snow was thrown around, a lot of mint slices were eaten, I almost lost my scarf, we saw a snow dog and some snow horses and we almost died! After lunch, we decided to go up the mountain even further because we are world explorers and we like to do exploring. The further we went up, the more fallen trees we saw and we kept thinking we should turn around but all of us were like "NAH U KNOW WHAT, THERE WILL BE SOMEWHERE TO TURN AROUND FURTHER UP" but there wasn't, of course. So Angus has to reverse the car back to this little alcove where we almost turned around earlier, but didn't. Angus kept his cool because he is a calm driving machine, Anica was almost dying, J and I were pretty chill. It ended up being totally fine, we didn't die, we descended the mountain to live another day and make another dollar.

We've decided to go back next year. We'll go a little earlier in the snow season. I personally had the beeeeeest tiiiiime eeeeever and loved the snow but apparently snow can be even better (wtf?????) and this wasn't even tHe BeSt sort of snow. I'm super excited to go back and play in the powdery snow, build some snow sculptures, and have more snowball fights!

september snow