Woke up a couple of times during the night and each time it was raining. The alarm went off at 7.00am and it was still raining. Ross and Barb just looked at each other and no-one said “forget it” so we dragged ourselves out of bed and headed for the laptop to check the weather and snow report.
The report wasn’t bad at all. No snow, no rain, bit of wind and that’s about it. Barb made the picnic lunch and we packed up for the trip up the mountain.
It rained continually all the way up the mountain. It had snowed over night because a few cars heading down had snow on them. Just before the village, the rain slowly tuned into snow. Ross had thought it would be cool for Poo Poo Head to see, and play in, falling snow.
Although snow falling is a magical sight and brings a heartfelt sigh from most; skiing in it is a real pain in the arse. Just getting ready at the car in falling snow is a pain in the arse. Visibility is low; the low light contrast from cloud and falling snow makes it impossible to see the ground and the bumps etc. To top it off, the snow turned out to be one of life’s thorns for Poo Poo Head … who could have seen that coming.
After a repeat of yesterday at the Snow School Ross and Barb left Poo Poo Head and went for a blast around the mountain. It was windy but the runs on the far side of the mountain were protected and quite nice on the fresh snow. Barb found a wooded area that we thought Poo Poo Head would enjoy after lunch.
After Snow School Poo Poo Head was once again transformed and was busting to go skiing. Poo Poo Head said he had chicken for lunch with a potato that he didn’t like He was very impressed with the scary wooded hidden monster trail we called Poo Poo Head Forest (Barb unsuccessfully tried to run some story about a secret fairy glade)
We took Poo Poo Head to a beginners area to left him have a slide without help.
There is always time for hot chocolate and coffee, especially when the weather isn’t so good.
The image on the flat screen in the restaurant on the mountain said No Precipitation and visibility Clear 10km+ …. Maybe they should have looked out the window.
A new flash Mirvac development opposite the day car park; apartments start at only 450k. Each apartment has a spa on the balcony.
About 60% of the time the chair lift attendants will grab a child at the gate and help put them on the chair. The other 35% of the time you are left guessing until the last second when you discover you’re on your own. A couple of times Ross has been ‘corrected’ for taking Poo Poo Head with him through the same gate.
Each seat on the chair has it’s own corresponding gate, for example on a quad chair there are 4 separate “corrals” with an automatic gate each for each of the 4 travelers to pass; and each “corral” lines up with the 4 seats . Ross lined up Poo Poo Head and took his spot in the next “corral” with Barb one over again. It became obvious that we were on a 35% chair lift and the lift attendant took a belated half arse attempt to lead Poo Poo Head through the gate. Ross and Barb sat on the chair but Poo Poo Head was missing; looking back he was still with the attendant. Ross jumped off the chair and Barb panicked. Barb didn’t jump so well and ended up sprawled across the ground under and circling chairs.
Ross decided he would plan for the dopey 35% attendants and tell the remaining 65% to just bugger off.
Holding Poo Poo Head between the skis, bent over, bent thighs and snow ploughing down a full run is a full blown workout. Barb lasted about 1/3 of a run. Poo Poo Head enjoys the ride oblivious of the torture he is causing.
The snow had turned to sleet and then to rain. Barb bought Poo Poo Head a face warmer to wrap around his head which worked a treat.
We were all wet though and we had all add enough by about 3.45pm. It would be a long afternoon drying and sorting wringing wet clothes, preparing dinner, chopping wood and lighting the fire.
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