Snow Chasers

Holy Mackerel! I don't know why it has taken 3 weeks to get back into this space but I suspect it has something to do with the School Holidays, a Dance Eisteddfod, and the military precision that has been required to coordinate the social calendars of millions of children. It's all been a whole lot of fun.

However!

When we woke up yesterday with just our own 7 members of the family sitting at the breakfast table with no extras coming and no one going, I said I needed a day off. A day off from decision-making, a day off from ferrying kids here, there and everywhere, and a day off from the home and all the things that call me to action. Top of my list was a hike in the mountains.

It was a picture perfect day with blue skies and winter sun. As we crossed the bridge we noticed Mt Wellington had received a dumping of snow overnight. "Snow! Let's go up there!", they all screamed. "We can make Olaf snowmen!" Every man and his dog was going to be up there and I just really needed a day away from people. I needed a day for the 7 of us to reconnect again.

We headed to the Hartz Mountains where we were met with a little piece of World Heritage Area and not a soul in sight. The fog rolled in so we saved the 4 hr Hartz Peak hike for another time but enjoyed a rather magical alpine walk to Lake Osbourne. The look on Flynn's face when he walked in snow for the first time was priceless, a smile plastered on his face the entire time.

Back down at sea level, it was all blue skies and sunshine again. We had a late BBQ lunch and a game of soccer and as the saying goes "it's all fun and games until the soccer ball gets kicked into the river!". We headed home with tired legs, full bellies and a Mum who nodded off in the car, her tired mind finally having the space to relax now that it had been cleared.  It was just what the Doctor had ordered.