Who’d a thunk it? fluffly, soft, fresh snow in Tasmania? Unheard of… but thats what Pete and I got last Sunday up at Mt Field. We postholed our way to glory on the Rodway tow line, through knee to waist deep fluffy stuff in amazing clear sunshine! And equally amazing was the lack of punters out for a go. Four cross country skiers and us, kicking around to Tarn Shelf. We had our way with Rodway, then returned along our tracks to Mt Mawson, passing another two snowboarders on the way – they had the benefit of our bootpack, but alas, we’d taken all the nice lines already – and it was late, with the snow slightly going off.
Mt Mawson was a fun scramble, reminiscent of Temple Basin adventures – and a short but rewarding punch through the late arvo goo. Finally, we cruised all the way down the road to the carpark, exhausted but smiling. We made it back in time to finally catch the Celtic Dawn café open – yay! Strong coffee got us home.
Bel and I had parted ways the night before, so the distraction was welcome. I’m still reeling a little, but we’ve been hanging out a bit, which is nice. Had a great yoga class this morning… ahhhh.
Ohyeah – bike MKIII is 80 percent here… just the forks to go – will post a pic once it is built!