28Thur

Wind rain and snow

Smiggins

Amy & Zac cooked dinner

SKIING

arrived ski tube terminal and it was blowing a gale. Retreated to Aldo's Cafe. First one coffee and then a second with a hot chocolate muffin. 

 Decided to move to Smiggins. 

This photo was taken by a young Frenchman who used to be a financial controller and got tired of sitting at a desk. We met him waiting for the bus at Perisher. 

SMIGGINS

First part of the day spent with Phoebe on the Pomma and then the triple chair. We tried a new run closer to chair which was a little more challenging for Phoebe. She's trying to move from Snow Plough turns to parallel turns.  This new path was wide enough and long enough to give her practice. We talked and she practised start the turn with weight on the uphill ski and leaning forward. At the middle of the turn, facing straight down hill, don't panic,  keep weight on the outside ski but begin to transfer it to her heel. This kind of overdoes it a bit exaggerating the kick out but my hope is that combined with another exercise of sliding sideways, we can pull it back into a smooth turn next year. 

After lunch, we were standing in the queue for the pomma when Henry phoned me. I left Phoebe and skied to where I could see J&H on the rise near the chair. 

We followed Henry around. All T bars covered in the afternoon including a brief trip over the top and down the side of the terrain park.  Wind like no other.  Henry was very keen on exploring as many different paths as possible through the trees 

At the end of the ski day, J & H split off and made their way home. I contacted Phoebe and discovered she was in the Smiggins pub. Met her there.  Wanted a hot chocolate but that was not to be a that part of the pub was closed. 

Phoebe walked to the bus stop.

I made my way to the toilet block to retrieve our bags. After putting one on my back and the other on my front I clicked into my skiis and began to ski through the car park.  Made it all the way to the bus where the driver was kindly waiting and we had a good laugh about how one does not get to arrive at the bus that way too often. 

EVENING

On the way home Phoebe traded messages with Amy & Zac. As I understood it, they wanted to both buy and cook. They had been out walking and arrived not long after us.  They were drenched but indeed had picked up the necessary ingredients at woolied and produced a beautiful stir fry.

Dessert some had chocolate. Luckily no one else wanted the remains of the ice cream which I teamed with frozen blueberries and thickened cream.