Life's a pretty precious...

Life's a pretty precious...

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

RETRO IN THE SNOW



A week in a beautiful white world...the hum of the chairlifts, an occasional snowmobile, a currawong on the wing, voices at play...

 


 For me, a holiday means getting away - completely - being in every moment, savouring the whole experience.
I abandon the internet and the pictorial memories stay in my camera. I love the excitement of loading up photos onto my computer when I come home (remember the days when you had a couple of rolls of holiday film in your bag and you had to wait to get them developed? And then the surprise when you got to relive those happy times again, print by print?)








From our balcony we see the early sunlight...
Falls Creek alpine resort is between 1210 and 1870 metres (6,000 ft) above sea level. It was developed after the Kiewa Hydroelectric Scheme began. 
The first ski lodge was built in 1948 on land previously used only for summer cattle grazing in the natural alpine grasslands. 
The first lift, a rope tow, was built in 1951 and the first chair lift in Australia was built in 1957. Cattle grazing is no longer permitted due to concerns about their impact on the fragile alpine environment. Some of the cattlemen's huts still survive.   




J.B. and I were joined by The Narrabeeners - fabulous bonus time with Lochlan and Paige...building snowmen, hot cinnamon donuts,
Loch's tales of jumping over snow mounds as high as the ceiling,
reviving Happy Families card games at night...  








I love my red one piece suit - aged about 
25 years fabulous now...as are the red 
turtle fur cap and red and black 
turtle fur neck warmer...bought here
at Falls Creek (on impulse, because I 
loved the colours, in a sale) when bibs and braces
and other - often fluoro - one piece suits
were the must haves. 



   

 

The snow falls...


Retro everywhere...






This down jacket, bought in 1987 during our time in the U.S. has been a true family one...the boys wore it when they were teenagers and then I claimed it. Made for the North American winter, it's toasty warm. The hat is also fabulously aged, must be approaching 30, and still good as new. (I have to decide, though, whether to brush the white "hair" to the right or left, or straight up! And because I have very short hair, this is such a fun option!)
 




J.B. proudly wearing "Sochi Puffy" - Superman's gift 
to his Dad after the 2014 Olympics - on a walk through the snow gum lined streets...only skiiers, boarders, pedestrians and oversnow vehicles permitted...


 
 








...cafés, bars and restaurants abound... 
art installations...
Interesting lodges...

Beautiful views... Spion Kopje, (1835 metres) in the distance. 
The ghostlike reminders of the 2003 bushfires are still visible



 Fireworks...accessorised...



   
 J.B. and I are spirited up to Cloud 9 on Halleys Comet...




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