Brrrrrrrrrrr… it’s snow time. Time to dust off your fully sickified snowboard with its wild custom graphics and computer designed curves. Time to check that your radiator has more than just rusty H2O in it. Time for all the fellas to practicing writing their names.
Like I really know what I’m talking about! I’ve lived in Canberra for about 13 years now, and I’ve been to the snow about twice. Isn’t that tragic. Here we are, just a couple of easy hours drive from a winter wonderland, and I couldn’t even tell you what a snow chain looks like.
I used to work for a company in Newcastle, many years ago, where my bosses (a husband and wife team) left at 4pm every Friday during snow season to make the journey to Thredbo. Even during my wild and single years in Canberra, I still wasn’t drawn by the call of “Bill… ski bunnies… BILL… SKI BUNNIES!!!”.