The shop trip this weekend was equally fun and exhausting. My ideal place to holiday would be a 5 star hotel... at the snow. But that costs money which I don't have, so I was happy to "rough it". Yeah Chris bemusedly shook his head when I said I was "roughing it". The cabin floor didn't have any carpet and there was a public amenities block instead of an ensuite toilet/bathroom. That's most definitely roughing it.
So we drank wine, we saw snow, we drank wine, and um.. we drove places. I have some photos.
Driving to the snow.
That's all the photos of actual snow I took. We drove to Perisher on Saturday where there was relatively lots of snow. It was pretty the frozen winter landscape as we trudged our way through an icy swamp and then on the big snowed over hill where we had snowball fights, slid down the hill, and made a large snowball which we pushed off the hill without killing anyone.
POSSUM!
"I met a possum"
"Good for you"
Cleaning up.
El vino did flow.
Lunch on Sunday.
Michelle looks tired. Deb's forehead looks like it ran into a tough snowball.
We stopped in Canberra on the way home.
Blue Poles.
Would a blind person be able to read the brail? It looks chipped off some of it.
Birdie.