
My first glacier was waiting for me at the end of a trail through a rain forest.
Boosted by the successful first bush walk, I decided to try one more. It was called Whomp Lake trek, and described as “an easy 1.5 hour forest walking to a lake.”
It started raining.
I kept going.
It was long.
There was not a single soul in the forest.
Rain started to form pools along the trail, and they got bigger and bigger.
My feet were already wet, and to culminate the misery, I had to act cliché and trip.
I finally reached the lake.
...it was small.
I turned around and ran all the way to the parking lot. I had never been happier to find a “Car Park” sign.
Outside the forest was absolutely, so-unfairly sunny.
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