And more snow. Soft and fluffy for a weekend at Mt Stirling, infinitely more appealing than paying $95 for a lift ticket to queue at Mt Buller.
Pointing and laughing at the people over on Buller
Because the snow? The snow was good. And we hardly had to share – certainly not with millions of snivelling school kids.
Tree lurking on horizon line as the sun sets.
Skiier lurking suspiciously on snow-covered mountain as the sun sets.
Then came the snow shovel races!
Meanwhile, we spent the weekend cowering in fear in the face of the fluoro yellow pants of DOOOOOM
