Well, for the very first time in 27 26.5 years, I saw this:

A couple of a couple of years ago (that is, 4 years ago), I went up a mountain in Victoria and saw COMPACT ICE. Which is very different from snow, thankyouverymuch. The biggest difference is when you have snowball fights? It hurts. Real bad. Take my word for it. Don’t try.
It has been precipitating for the past few nights and I was delighted to see snow on the mountain! So of course, we decided to drive up!
(taken on the way up)
The snow on the rocks remind me of frosting on cakes… don’t they look like it?

I’m amazed at how soft the snow was. It felt so good to lie in it. I even did a few face plunges. (No face plonks were attempted at the 2006 compact ice mountain trip, thankyouverymuch.) The snow was knee deep and we had to try very hard not to stay in one spot for too long. Otherwise we would find ourselves sinking in!
I loved how the icicles had formed on the sparse vegetation.


Err………. the kids did not enjoy it very much. *Sigh*

Chubbs cried as soon as we put him on the snow. He only stopped crying when we gave him some clean snow to chew on.
Sunshine was okay at the beginning. We had snowball fights and she helped build part of our snowman. She was also busy ingesting snow bunnies.
But later, snow seeped into her boots and although she had double layer of socks on, she must have felt cold and wet and she too, started to cry. Don’t worry, we brought 3 changes of clothing. Haha. Talk about being prepared!

You can see how GRUMPY Chubbs looked. I can explain the cowl on his head – I left the car with Sunshine first and Nad came later to join us but he couldn’t find Chubb’s hat. So I put my cowl on his head as a temporary measure while I went back to the car for his hat.
And yes, I notice his boot had fallen off. Don’t worry, we picked it up. (He also lost a glove, careless boy… Nad had to get on his fours on the snow to sniff it out. go back to look for it.)
So… yeah!!! This was Nad when the trip just started. All smiles.

Us and Flog. Flog the snowman. Get it? Ha ha. Flog the snowman? Heheheheheheh *Demented laughter*
Ahem.
The wind was blowing mercilessly into our faces so it was a feat to keep our eyes open.
We then decided to walk to Antartica:

It was a long and treacherous and arduous trek and winds were a-blowing and babies were a-howling and noses were a-dripping and frost bitten.
It was a bleak, desolate landscape with not a soul in sight.

In this strange land, we heard weird whirring noises and felt electric currents through our body. Wonder what caused it?
We stopped at a stupendous rock to have sourdough rye ration. We named the place sourdough-rye-on-the-rocks.
Then we blacked out for a few hours and when we came to, we had weird unexplained rashes on our arms and body.

This is Nad at the end of the trip – tired and sick of the babies’ crying. I think we woke up on a different planet…..?
Disclaimer: Not all of the anecdotal evidence are submissible facts. Use your own judgement.
One last picture of another mountain seen from the ground:

Bai bai.






















