One Photo, One Story: December Evening in the Campervan

A winter family memory from our campervan — sledging in the mountains, returning to the warmth inside, and a quiet evening under the stars.

It was a December evening.

The sun was setting somewhere behind the mountains, colouring the sky pink.

It is amazing when the sky looks like a perfect ombre — blue still above, but closer to the horizon, all shades of pink.

It was cold. Most likely below zero.

We came back to our camper after an afternoon of sledging.

The snow was so soft you could play for hours, and your clothes still stayed dry.

I love watching and taking photos when the girls are laughing like that.

I can still hear their voices — the giggles and squeals.

But the sun was already going down, and we had to head home.

In a few minutes it would be completely dark.

Coming back into the camper is not my favourite part.

Especially in winter.

There is no porch to take off coats and boots.

And the warm air inside escapes so quickly when the door opens.

So we have a system.

The heater goes on.

I stand in the doorway, and everyone passes me their coats and hats quickly.

One by one, they come in and take off their boots.

Luckily it was cold and dry — no mud. That is the worst.

There is no good way to deal with it.

Then comes tea. I love our evening tea.

After a wild afternoon outside, a warm cup feels like the best thing.

Our little house starts to heat up.

Outside it is already dark. Stars above us.

We parked almost at the end of the world.

Silence.

Mountains.

Forests.

That is how we love it most.