Mt Corey in Brindabella National Park is less than 30 minutes drive from where I live. This is the view from the bottom. It's the big one in back. It was a pretty frosty morning.
We spent over 5 hours walking. At least half of that was straight up to the top. It was nearly all thick regrowth, rocky, frosty, snowy, slippery. We didn't walk on any tracks until we were totally exhausted in the last half hour. I was fascinated by the frost. With a tripod and a macro lens, it would make some better photos; but I wasn't carrying any of those things.
Finally, we hit the snow line. This is the first time I remember seeing snow in Australia!
I like the snow. It feels so innocent, being pure and white.
I built the world's puniest snowman.
This is the view from the peak, into NSW.
The day certainly put a bit of life back into my legs. I wish that it snowed where I live; instead, it is just bitterly cold, which is a bit cruel. I am hoping climate change sees my suburb experiencing blizzards in the short term, or else some major tectonic plate activity sends us up a few thousand feet.
If you live somewhere that it really snows, please don't laugh at me...