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  • Writer's pictureMichael Drevenstedt

My First Taste of Adventure: The Glacier and the Beer that Made Me a Man

Updated: Apr 20, 2023

Once upon a time, in the quaint village of Seboltshausen, Germany, a young boy embarked on a life-changing adventure. Fast forward a few decades, and here I am, still exploring the great outdoors, now in Southern Oregon. But the journey that ignited my passion for adventure began with a thrilling road trip to the Austrian Alps with my father. So, gather round, fellow adventurers, and let me regale you with a tale of the trek that sparked my love for the great outdoors.

I was a mere eight years old when my father and I set out on a cool, crisp morning, heading towards the majestic mountains of northern Austria. Our destination: a striking glacier, the likes of which my young eyes had never seen before. We arrived late that evening, finding a peaceful field nestled beside the woods at the foot of the mountain we planned to conquer.

As the sun peeked over the horizon, we awoke, buzzing with the excitement that only a grand adventure could bring. My father ventured to a nearby bakery and returned with the freshest bread, still warm from the oven. We devoured our breakfast of bread and salami, a family favorite, before setting off on our trek.

I won't lie, the journey up the mountain was tough for my young legs. I huffed and puffed, struggling to keep pace with my father's long strides. Time was of the essence, as we had to reach the glacier and return before nightfall. But my dad, ever the wise and patient teacher, showed me how to breathe correctly to manage my exertion. The trails were marked with spray-painted rocks and trees, but the signs were often difficult to discern. As the day wore on, my father would occasionally hike ahead, leaving me to navigate the path on my own. It was during these moments that I discovered my inner resilience, as I pressed on with determination, eager to reunite with him.

Finally, around noon, I reached the glacier. My father was already there, exploring the icy expanse, while I collapsed, exhausted yet triumphant. We enjoyed a light lunch and sipped on the purest water, dripping from the ice itself. The glacier was a marvel, and I couldn't wait to regale my mother and siblings with tales of my accomplishment. Though I was initially apprehensive about venturing onto the ice, fearing the hidden crevasses my father had warned me about, I soon realized that I was in no immediate danger. However, my eight-year-old imagination kept me cautious.

The descent was decidedly swifter, as I practically jogged to keep up with my father. At the base of the mountain, we treated ourselves to a well-deserved meal at a nearby diner. I devoured a plate of curry sausage and fries, washing it down with a refreshing Coke, while my father enjoyed a cold beer with his dinner. Once I had finished my meal, he casually slid his half-empty beer towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes - was he really offering me a taste? With a subtle nod of approval, my dad granted me permission to take a sip. That evening, after my first hike to a glacier, I experienced another milestone: my very first beer. It was a moment I'll never forget, for it was then that I truly felt like a man.

So there you have it, folks. The tale of the adventure that set me on the path to a lifetime of exploration and a love for the great outdoors. As you embark on your own adventures, remember to embrace the lessons nature has to offer, and don't forget to enjoy the occasional milestone along the way. Happy adventuring!


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