Last week, we ventured forth to the Snowy Mountains in New South Wales for our first-ever family skiing holiday. We stayed on a terrific rural property with a loft apartment attached to the main homestead. It was bliss. Equidistant between all the main ski resorts of Perisher and Thredbo, and near the central town of Jindabyne. Entirely private and self-contained - with an open fireplace. We got a dose of country air as well as a taste of the snow.
On our first night we went for an evening stroll accompanied by Skye the Golden Retriever who raced ahead and bounded into hollows after rabbits. We patted the horses outside the Wild Brumby Distillery and book-marked that establishment as one worth returning to for some schnapps at a later stage.
We let the Girl Guide practice her fire lighting skills and nestled down for the night in keen anticipation of our first day on the slopes. It was hard to believe there was snow on them there 'ills as it was so dry down below. But we were to have such fun in an abundance of the white stuff as I will reveal in subsequent posts.
