Like last year we decide to join the VOC's Winter Longhike. It is a big party in the mountains. During the day everyone build snow caves, and in the evening everyone have fun cooking in the snow kitchen.
We had a late start leaving the city due to a grumpy wife and a fairly late night the previous night - cause by some tummy problems. Still, F was really excited about the concept of sleeping in an igloo. So, even though it seemed highly unlikely that Christian would have time to finish (or even start) making an igloo, we gathered all our junk (including a backup tent) and drove up the mountain. Vehicular backlog started at km 3 but didn't actually take too long to get up the mountain. Christian carried most of our things and ended up towing or carrying F most of the way as well. I though this was fair, since was carrying the 23g fetus. Eventually we arrived at the general area, but F was becoming more and more upset - complaining about her belly. We set up the tent, then took it back down and started to leave without even really saying hi. At this point F was inconsolable, but it wasn't clear if it was because she was tired, cold, hungry, upset stomach, or bummed that she wasn't going to sleep in an igloo or even the tent (she loves the tent). She cheered up a bit after a brief tour inside a snow cave, but we still decided to call it off. I think this was our first mid-trip bail with her; certainly from an overnighter.
Halfway back home - with F crying out in panic/pain from the back of the car and begging for us to somehow help her - any hint of doubt about calling it off was gone and we re-directed to the hospital, suspecting something serious - maybe appendicitis. It soon turned out that it was just constipation, and she managed to take care of it herself. We asked her if she still needed to see the doctor and she asked "will I get stickers?". The nice traige nurse gave us some stickers and let us make our escape.
While packing up Line and I noted that we first met at VOC winter longhike; I don't think either of us could have guessed where we'd be 10 years later.