The final destination - the Snowy Mountains. One of the few places in the Australian continent that snow falls to a decent depth.
At 2,228m, Mount Kosciuszko is the highest peak on the Australian mainland but we didn't see see any proper snow until we reached Perisher Valley at 1680m.
As soon as we could we stopped and threw a few snowballs then built a snow man.
It was my first time in this ski bunny capital and I made the mistake of heading for the Village centre to maybe get a cup of coffee while snowballs were thrown.
It was worse than Central Station on Grand Final day; crowds of people inside and shooshing past outside on skis and snowboards.
I was totally disoriented until I found the sanctuary of the local hotel's very empty public bar. Over a gourmet lunch and a quiet ale in front of a roaring fire I relaxed and knitted while Tubetown was explored. Each to their own.
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It's not really very far for me to drive up to the Blue Mountains, and yet I still have never, ever seen snow. I should really take that drive, shouldn't I?
Donna
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