Looking up at the mountains from Granada, I could see snow, but didn’t think I’d get up close to it at all. Then my brother encouraged me to go exploring at Sierra Nevada. I was hiking for a few hours in the mountains, before I realized there was snow around me. It was practically ice by this point (the multiple rain showers probably didn’t help that), but as a Canadian, this was pretty exciting. I know, I’m such a cliché.