We prepare the whale for our alpine whaling expedition at Mount Stirling.
We have a whale. His name is William the Third. Also known as Willie the Whale.
We take the whale down some gentle slopes. Getting the correct balance takes a bit of practise.
Then we take the whale on some steeper slopes. He gets up quite some speed, and the foot braking mechanism can lead to tumbling falls if misapplied.
Now whaling off into the sunset.
Here’s a picture of the weekend at Mt Hotham. It’s taken on Paw Paw Plain. Yes, the weather and snow were both pleasant and enjoyable. Now excuse me while I go out and strangle someone… or burn a copy of Chapter Nine of my thesis (in the ‘hugely satisfying enormous leaping flames’ sense, not the CD/DVD sense).
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
Another nice day at the snow at Lake Mountain – it was much sunnier this time, t-shirt skiing weather. The hoards were out though. Thankfully we arrived early, and stayed out the back. Then after the snow turned to slush, we went and hiked up Mt St Leonard. Then I found some blossoms. Then I went home. The end.
Edit – And I just realised that Gary McDonald is in Mouline Rouge. I’ll have to assume I never realised it was him before because I was too used to thinking of him as Arthur.
I closed my eyes tight, and wished very hard, and the snow fairy came. And brought enough snow to ski on. At least he’s trying.
(Yes, in this case when I say ski I mean cross-country skiing. It was a pleasant way to spend a morning, although my skating muscles were burning most of the way around)