Georgia, 9Mount Ruapehu squeezes between the trees and sits comfortably in Ohakune. Little crystals sparkle in the sunlight all over the mountain like polar bears' fur. Swoosh! My skis glide around a corner against snow. The smell of ice freezes my nostrils. When I'm in the snow, I'm in a different world. But summertime will soon break through, and my favourite place will vanish.