Only at a place like Mount Field can you wake up warm and cosy in your sleeping bag before stepping out onto the cold, wooden floor and quickly covering yourself in as many layers as you can find. All before looking out a tiny, fogged-up window to see that overnight, a layer of crisp, white snow covered the frozen lake and trees.
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Sometimes it is very nice to know that today, your only responsibilities include breathing in the fresh air, exploring the lakes and the mountains, and ensuring that fire keeps on burning.
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