Main range
Snowy Mountains, NSW
The Snowy Mountains in summer was a revelation to a girl who had spent most of her time in the mountains on skis.
I was secretly delighted when my family declined to join me on a 21km loop of the Main Range, after having walked up Mt Kosciuszko a few days before.
I found myself in heaven – alone in the wilderness, shrouded by early morning mist that bejewelled tiny webs and made the bark of the snow gums shine with exotic colours. When the mist lifted, I was bathed in sunshine at the top of the world and surrounded by wild flowers.
The scenery of ancient hills and grassy moors reminded me of the Scottish Highlands, (which I love) but there is something about the Australian high country that sings to my soul. I don’t know whether it is the wild flowers which are subtle and delicate, or the stories of bogongs and brumbies that speaks to me, but this walk was a reminder that we often travel abroad only to return and find that paradise was here all the time.
