We don’t get a lot of snow in Australia.   And only at higher elevations.  Years ago I went skiing.  It rained.  Cold icy horrible rain.   My misery made worse by a friend who didn’t seem to mind.   He was ENJOYING himself.   Afterwards, he scraped the frozen layer off the car’s windscreen with his bare hands.  While I looked on shivering.

Nevertheless, I spend winters here fantasising about visiting the snow…but not quite getting there.   When Lila entered our lives, the incentive grew stronger.   I felt that, as a Labrador, she needed snow.   She has snow genes.  So I started investigating snowy places that would allow dogs.  The options were few.  And eventually spring started to feel like summer and I’d pretty much given up. 

But then a miracle happened:  Mother Nature took a freakish turn and dumped about six inches of the white stuff on nearby hills.  No one could believe it.   This much snow isn’t supposed to happen around here.  Not at any time of year.   I rang a hilltop pub to confirm the rumour.  An awestruck publican said yes it was true, but warned that the roads were closed.   Undaunted, I packed up Lila, picked up my adventurous friend Helen and her seven-year-old border collie-kelpie cross Wilkie, and made plans to sneak up to the snow.  [read more below]

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By the time we had tried and failed to go the “back way”, the main roads had reopened.  We drove onward and upward like a couple of tourists.  Pointing and gasping at sights never before seen.  Snowy this snowy that.   We even spotted some camels standing motionless and bewildered in a changed landscape.  With their two heads wedged between the front seats, the dogs wondered what all the fuss was about.  Whatever it was, it had to be good.

When we reached the highest, snowiest spot, we  parked the car.  Wilkie being a bit more mature and reliable was allowed off lead.  But we were too close to a road for my comfort so Lila remained on while she excitedly zigzagged over slippery ground with no regard for the ungainly biped on the other end of the lead.   But we all had fun.  Wilkie played catch with snowballs that mysteriously crumbled in her jaws.  And Lila…well, she’s a Labrador, isn’t she?   She swallowed cold clumps of snow in greedy gulps.   Last but not least, the nose and ears of Helen’s cleverly crafted snow dog.

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