Jindabyne, NSW, AU
With a total of 4 ski lifts to entertain us for 3 months it’s probably little wonder how that got old.
Luckily, our ski resort was smack dab in the middle of a national freaking park and our friend Chris volunteered to show us how to successfully get lost bush walking without killing ourselves.
Why is it still called bush walking when all the bushes are buried in the snow?
No idea. But the face plants were fun.
And the views were amazing.
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So amazing in fact that Greg had an idea…
“Betcha I could climb that. Tiffany, do we have Dan’s cell phone number? I wanna do something painful and mildly lethal.”
This was not our first, or most difficult, adventure in bush walking. Heck, it wasn’t even Kiwi moderate!
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