Imagine this...

You finish work Thursday, throw your bag in the car, kiss the kids, the dog, your partner (or your pot plants 😂) goodbye and hit the road.

By that night you're in Methven eating dinner with a bunch of women who somehow already feel like mates.

There's cacao if you're feeling wholesome.

BYO wine if you're... less wholesome.

Either way we're laughing until someone snorts.

Friday...

Wake up.

Eat a breaky that someone else cooked.

Already winning.

Then it's time to head up Mt Hutt.

Still on the learners?

Sweet.

Been skiing since you were four?

Also sweet.

Want to spend the whole day drinking coffees in the cafe or Apres pretending you'll "go for one more run"?

Honestly... you do you gf.

Spend the day however YOU want.

Send it down the mountain.

Pizza down the learner's slope.

Have a mid-life crisis and decide you're moving to europe……

All is welcome (lol)

Then...

Hot pools.

Because our knees aren't 22 anymore.

Neither are our backs.

Or our necks.

Actually... let's not talk about it. 😂

Saturday

Wake up feeling like you've either conquered the mountain...

...or the mountain conquered you.

We'll eat breakfast.

Maybe go for a walk.

Maybe stretch.

Maybe collectively decide absolutely not.

Then we'll pack up, hug everyone like we've known each other for years, promise to do this again, and head back to Christchurch pretending we're refreshed enough to deal with real life again.