In some parts of Australia the lowest average temperature in the middle of winter doesn’t get much colder than 22 degrees celsius – hence snow is a bit of a rarity and quite a novelty!
A few weekends ago there was rumours of snow falling in parts of NSW higher than 1,100m above sea level. A scurry of photographers started messaging around hankering on a trip to Laurel Hill which is a magical little sugar pine forest about 5 hours South West of Sydney.
After we got home after a nice long (long) lunch on Saturday afternoon, we made a snap decision to get in the car at 8pm and make the five hour journey to the forest in the hope that there was snow!
After a long drive in the dark, a MacDonald’s stop and several dishwater tasting coffees, we rolled into a little motel in Tumut. We tucked ourselves into bed and made a little prayer to the snow angels that the rain would miraculously change into snow!
At 6am we woke up and I ran to the window to find it was still drizzling outside but I was still optimistic! We jumped in the car covered head to toe in woolly mittens and furry (animal friendly) jackets and drove up to Laurel Hill. And when as we approached the last bend into Laurel Hill our jaws dropped – hello SNOW! We hit the jackpot!
We walked through the enormous sugar pine canopy in awe. Sugar pines are the largest and tallest of the pine family! Unfortunately the snow hadn’t quite reached the ground through the dense canopy leaves but the floor was saturated in pine needles with gorgeous filtered light shining through the trees.
As we got to the other side of the forest we will hit with a sea of white and little snowflakes were falling from the sky!
I don’t own a single item of red clothing but I packed a little red cape just in case I felt like roaming around little the infamous red riding hood.
My little red cape was the perfect composition amongst the fluffy white background (Sorry to the real red riding hood – I’ll iron my cape on my next adventure!)
It seems that other people had the same idea of the red composition too!
We ventured up to the top of the hill and found ourselves in the middle of nowhere – it was just the trees, the snow and a few wild brumbies roaming around. It was so magical and I felt like I was walking around in a fairytale. Ah – bliss!
This was my first “official” photography trip and I had such an amazing time playing around in the snow with complete strangers. Everyone was sharing props, showing off their photography gear (which I stayed well away from!) and making use of my little red coat.
So that is the end of my journey being a snow chaser and ever since I got home I have been lusting over a ‘real’ snow journey! I have put Lake Louise (Canada) and Jackson Hole (US) on my wanderlust list – if you have any other scenic snow recommendations please let me know!