I’ve only skied one day in my life, and that was in Australia. I don’t think I even knew there was skiing in Australia until I went there, and maybe not even until the weekend was suggested. I’d flown into Darwin, and travelled east to Townsville before heading down to Sydney, but the Snowy Mountains was the farthest south I went.
It was suggested by others on the trip, as most of the domestic ones I went on in and after university were. But all my creative writing is mine: I revisited the area just over twenty years later through fantasy rambling by mostly Google Maps and Wikipedia; along with memories of my travels in Werewolf of Oz.
In 1989 we stayed in Jindabyne, while the Werewolf of Oz highlights included characters from the Perishers cartoon strip in the Perisher Valley, berry poetry in Berridale and a pigeon cooing story from Western Australia re-emerging in Cooma, linking back to the start of the rambling storyline.
Jindabyne Skiing, Snowy Mountains
Getting kitted out:
It was the end of the season there, and the ski lifts etc weren’t working, so it was a case of hiking around and up the hills/mountains:
And then skiing/falling down, reminiscent of Eddie ‘the Eagle’:
We also had to walk across a river at the end of the day; I led the way, knowing a shower wasn’t far away!: