We hit the jackpot.
There’s nothing like going to the snow and waking up in the morning to a sea of white outside the window.
But for a few years, my experiences of the Australian snow was the exact opposite – bare trees, rocky surfaces and no need to ever wear snow-appropriate footwear. If we were lucky, there would be a few centimetres of snowfall at night, but there was never enough to cover the mountain and certainly not enough to build a snowman.
And that’s why I was practically jumping out of my thermals recently when we woke to a picture perfect morning at Mt Buller. Twenty fresh centimetres and not a bare tree in sight.
I was at Mt Buller with two of my besties – Kate and Katie – for a weekend of skiing, wine and cozying up on the couch. Katie and I used to come to Buller for school trips when we were teenagers, but it’s been years since I have come back to try the mountain as an adult (and as someone who can legally drink.)
In those couple of days, I’ve remembered what I love about a ski trip; that sore leg feeling that comes from a day of intense skiing, the rush of the cold wind on your face, the warmth of an open fire – or a mid afternoon hot chocolate.
The think I love about the snow is that there’s something in it for everyone. It can be a romantic trip away for a couple, an adventure for the family, or – in our case – a much needed girls trip. And even if you’re not a skiier or a boarder, there is plenty to do on the mountain that doesn’t involve stocks and poles.