Part 1, Part 2

Thursday was another early morning, though clear this time: with promise of a perfect, bluebird day for our last on the slopes. There had been a heavy frost, and the snow which fell on Wednesday was still lying around the edges of the lake and in the shadowed parts of the surrounding hills.

Due to my being typically unwilling to get ( Read more... )

Continuing from where I left off in part 1, this time with photos!

Wednesday morning we left Jindabyne for the Skifields at 7:30 am in an effort to not get caught in an endless line of cars-with-snowchains inching their way up the hill. Those of you who know me will appreciate just how unusual that hour is for me - only achieved by going to bed ( Read more... )

As mentioned in my rather, um, musical post below (packing clearly does strange things to my brain) I spent last week at the snow, which is (as always) much better than being at the office, regardless of how much snow is actually on the ground.

This was a family trip - attendees were me (obviously), my parents, my siblings (genetic and in-law) ( Read more... )

Chorus:
Sno-ow, Sno-o-o-ow, Winter come and I wanna go ski-i
Sno-ow, Sno-o-o-ow, Winter come and I wanna go ski.

Come, Mister Weatherman, snow on mountain!
(Winter come and I wanna go ski-i)
Bring down cloud, freeze Sponars' fountain
(Winter come and I wanna go ski.)

(Chorus ( Read more... )