week eight | thredbo, new south wales

I spent most of my childhood and teenage years in the tropics.  And although I have been lucky enough to have seen a little snow in the past, snow still holds a sense of wonder and charm… Rooftops covered with soft snow. Trees draped with white silky lace. Snowball fights. Snow angels.  But nothing prepared me for beauty and silence of fresh falling snow.

My dad, my sister and I headed up to Thredbo early on Thursday morning for our ‘dad and daughters’ mini holiday.  This wasn’t my first time skiing but it was my sister’s first time on the slopes so, we were full of excitement and did not want to miss our 9:30 ski class.

The first morning went as well as can be expected. It was fun but also pretty tricky learning to ski. For little uncoordinated me, just getting myself into my gear and heading the right way down the mountain was a bit of a challenge. Far from the graceful images of stylish Scandinavian princesses that’s for sure.

We muddled through and by 2 o’clock we were so hungry that we devoured our lunch in minutes.

The afternoon was much better. Our clumsiness was finally subsiding. The sun came out and it was picture perfect. By mid-afternoon my sister and I headed back to Thredbo village ready for warm showers and a nap before dinner in the village.

Now, I’m not sure if they planned it like this, but Thredbo village is looks just like the little villages in kid’s storybooks. Tiny shop fronts. Small fire-lit restaurants. Fairy lights making the falling snow sparkle. If I’d have run into one of Santa’s elves having a coffee break I wouldn’t have been at all surprised.

Over-night we got 15cm of snow and by the time we had struggled with sore muscles to pack our gear, check out, and get ready for the day, the sky was brilliantly blue. We were ready for the slopes! Unfortunately however, I had done something serious to my left ankle and so after only a couple of hours I had stop. So there I was, happily sitting down drinking coffee and watching my sister (who is fearless and great at pretty much anything) fly down the hill over and over again. Apparently she takes after our dad and so all of my least favorite parts of skiing (the speed, the lack of complete control etc.) are her most favorite.

TRIP RATING: 5/5 EPIC SNOW BALL FIGHTS