In reply to Frank4short: Here you are; amend as appropriate.
In June/July/August/other this/last year, thirty/twenty/ten/two people went to the Alps/The Rockies/The Himalaya/the pub for the first time/again.
When we arrived, conditions were perfect/mixed/shocking and stayed that way throughout/changed to perfect/mixed/shocking later.
Immediately, we shot off up the hill/started to plan our routes/put the tents up and ate/went to the pub/got friendly with the locals.
It was the start of one of the most/least memorable/forgettable experiences I've ever had.
We did everything/almost everything/some of the things/nothing I'd hoped to do and a great deal more/less.
Out of all the memories I have of the trip, the one that will live with me the longest is seeing my first alpine dawn/getting to my first summit/surviving my first avalanche/having my first kiss/throwing the first punch in a fight with the locals.
I will never forget the excitement of waking up in a tent pitched on a glacier/an alpine hut/the cells/a young lady's bedroom for the first time.
I am so pleased my companions were with me/somewhere else.
We have all brought back lots of photographs/bruises/genital warts and will be showing them off at the first club meet/hospital later this week.
feel free to circulate this amongst other clubs.
T.