I like a bit of wilderness, and if you turn your back on the skiers and head east from Mount Buller in Victoria you can find it in abundance. This was drawn as the first snow of winter fell, and lay, and melted. And fell. The cold was bone-numbing.
Such is the changeable nature of mountain weather down here in Victoria that the next day we were in tee-shirts at the top of Mount Timbertop a few kilometres away.
When I find the life-space I’d like to spend some more time out in this area of high country.