The small train up the mountain to the glacier, with views all down the valley.
Sledging. On the botty whizzer. In thigh deep snow.
The postcards we smeared with cake. And the cake.
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Seeing a waterfall called Douglas Falls and remembering when our mate slipped over, face first, as we walked to the park. Twice.
Seeing a huge glacier. It was amazing, so big and a bit scary.
Opening the back window of our campervan only to see it fall out. The four of us just stared at each other and laughed and laughed and laughed.