I realise this posting is being published on Christmas Day, and that Australians do not expect to see snow – however I have seen snow dusted on the top of Mt Wellington above Hobart on Christmas Day. I guess that is one of the surprising possibilities when we wake today.
Back in September when I visited the south west of Tasmania, the weather was typical of springtime in our wilderness. On the first morning at the Pedder Wilderness Lodge, when I drew back my blinds everything outside was lusciously wet. Quite quickly I noticed white blankets on mossy green verges, and covering the ground between spring flowers.
Snow. I was delighted. I looked at the cars and they all carried some snow. (I know I know I know that northern Americans and northern European followers probably don’t count this as snow at all – but I see snow so seldom up close, that I am happy with a little).Then I realised the gentle sleety rain included floats of snowflakes. Delicate.
Before leaving Hobart the Bureau of Meteorology had forecast snow down to 300 feet, with a 95% chance of rain. So I was not surprised by the morning showing. I know my friend and I had talked about this trip being a reconnaissance trip because of our expectation the weather might be too unliveable for any serious explorations. But in rain and shine we never stopped for a moment and used all available daylight over the next couple of days. We had the best protective clothing and so were ready for whatever the weather threw at us.