My first time in snow

Having grown up in Perth, my only experiences with snow involved throwing open the refrigerator door and peering into the freezer. Stage 2, flying over the Rocky Mountains from New York to Vancouver saw a positive sighting from a airplane window at 30,000 feet and then saw snow again over the Blue Mountains when flying from Sydney to Perth 4 weeks later.

That was until I headed up to the Jung Frau in Switzerland on the rack and pinion train, I walked out onto the snow from the station, slipped over and ended up with a wet backside. This was not the first experience I had envisioned, but your pants dry soon enough and you get on with it - this was an excellent day out.