Mansfield

We went looking for snow at Lake Mountain but there was none to be found despite sport Boy's constant implorings, "There has to be snow".

It was a beautiful drive through the hills and valleys on the northern outskirts of Melbourne, through the lovely little villages of Husrtbridge, Yarra Glen and Healsville. I wanted to take a detour via Dixon's Creek where my Mum grew up but we were a little pressed for time.
Sport Boy slept for a while but when he awoke he had a terrible headache and was pretty distressed. We gave him a Panadol then looked for a place to stop for some food but we nearly didn't make it. As we rounded a tight bend on the narrow windy road through the hills and cement mixer going way too fast in the opposite direction came all the way across the middle line and would have wiped us out but for Carolyn's calm reactions and good driving as she headed for the shoulder and thankfully kept us all out of harm's way!! A head-on with a cement mixer would have been catastrophic and we all breathed a huge sigh of relief when we got past without impact. Why he was driving such a big heavy vehicle at such dangerous speed on such a narrow windy road I'll never know but hopefully he slowed down before he did any serious damage.

We found a little road house for some food, a veritable shrine to motorbikes, and Sport Boy began to recover once he had some food in his tummy.

With no snow at Lake Mountain we headed for mansfield to find a place to stay for the night and hope that we may find some snow the next day.
We booked into a chalet in a lovely little caravan park in the old town of Mansfield for the night and cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner.
Sport Boy insisted that I inflict pain on him in a game of Stinger before tea!

Tuesday morning has dawned bright and sunny, which is nice but probably not conducive to finding snow! We'll drive up to Mount Buller and see what we can find, then it's on to Shepparton for the night.