Saturday, March 7, 2015

Wish You Were Here - Mt Feathertop - Snowy Mountains, Victoria

I am in a green downy cocoon, my toes are toasty but my nose and cheeks feel the bite of snow in the air. I curl forward, still curled up in my sleeping bag and unzip the tent door. The tent clings to backbone of the ridge, buffetted by the relentless elements, even the granite boulders and the snow gums bend in submission.

Rolling below me is a turbulent gold and bronze sea, billowing across the valley, drifting over the soft grey green tree tops, soft long white tendrils straying up to a sky that reaches all the way to the stars.


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