Sign on actual hill says yep, resort report says no. Very very few people skiing it. Main face of Mary’s looks fine but I’m guessing it’s pretty bad down low. Def planning a visit before leaving on Friday. Will post pics of lower section if and when. Hoping the forecast 2-4cm for tomorrow over delivers, then Wed might be the day. But returning along swindlers today from spargos, there really is only about 40-50cm of snow max at creek level, which also tells you why Blue Rib is not in play yetIs the Extreme Zone open now?
Have to take wifey to Bright on Wednesday for x-rays, happy for snow late Wednesday after I return without the need to fit chains, again.Sign on actual hill says yep, resort report says no. Very very few people skiing it. Main face of Mary’s looks fine but I’m guessing it’s pretty bad down low. Def planning a visit before leaving on Friday. Will post pics of lower section if and when. Hoping the forecast 2-4cm for tomorrow over delivers, then Wed might be the day. But returning along swindlers today from spargos, there really is only about 40-50cm of snow max at creek level, which also tells you why Blue Rib is not in play yet
Legendary deep fryer down there. I haven't been to Hotham for three years (FU Covid) but I heard a rumor they've removed the coffee cart and replaced it with a bar at Snake Gully Hut?In praise of disgusting Aussie junk food:
There are many fine examples of on-slope cuisine which reflects regional, national or even continental specialties. North America has its nachos and Japan has its ramens and such, and I once had the most perfectly cooked al dente spaghetti with fresh pesto at a slopeside restaurant in Claviere, Italy. Is there a traditional Australian alpine cuisine? The Kransky roll would come close IMO as it is a staple of NSW resorts, perhaps because of the influence of Snowy Scheme workers from back in the day. Btw I just googled kranskies and it seems they are Slovenian. I will remember to eat my next one in a more slovenly fashion.
Anyway, in lieu of an ndisputably Aussie on-slope cuisine, dish or even snack, I would like to pay my deep respects to the menu planner at the Snake Gully Hut. There you will find a classic array of what you might call deep fried heart-attack starters, as ubiquitously found in corner shops and greasy fish and chipperys across this great land. I’m talking deep fried dimmies, chiko rolls, potato gems, potato cakes (as scallops are called in the quaint local dialect), strange snappable chicken strips which are surely about 99% strip and 1% chicken, plus many more delights, all of them intrinsically linked with the deep fryer.
I salute Snake Gully for going f it, there are enough quiches on this mountain. We will proudly and unapologetically sell unfancy food. I stopped there around 2 pm after a too-light lunch elsewhere earlier, loaded up on deep fried whatever, and I got thru almost to last lifts, fuelled by cholesterol and cardboard. Miss Mary is sacked. I am a SGH man now.
Those chicken things are covered in stuff way beyond msg. Horribly addictiveIn praise of disgusting Aussie junk food:
There are many fine examples of on-slope cuisine which reflects regional, national or even continental specialties. North America has its nachos and Japan has its ramens and such, and I once had the most perfectly cooked al dente spaghetti with fresh pesto at a slopeside restaurant in Claviere, Italy. Is there a traditional Australian alpine cuisine? The Kransky roll would come close IMO as it is a staple of NSW resorts, perhaps because of the influence of Snowy Scheme workers from back in the day. Btw I just googled kranskies and it seems they are Slovenian. I will remember to eat my next one in a more slovenly fashion.
Anyway, in lieu of an ndisputably Aussie on-slope cuisine, dish or even snack, I would like to pay my deep respects to the menu planner at the Snake Gully Hut. There you will find a classic array of what you might call deep fried heart-attack starters, as ubiquitously found in corner shops and greasy fish and chipperys across this great land. I’m talking deep fried dimmies, chiko rolls, potato gems, potato cakes (as scallops are called in the quaint local dialect), strange snappable chicken strips which are surely about 99% strip and 1% chicken, plus many more delights, all of them intrinsically linked with the deep fryer.
I salute Snake Gully for going f it, there are enough quiches on this mountain. We will proudly and unapologetically sell unfancy food. I stopped there around 2 pm after a too-light lunch elsewhere earlier, loaded up on deep fried whatever, and I got thru almost to last lifts, fuelled by cholesterol and cardboard. Miss Mary is sacked. I am a SGH man now.
Scary for the driver and occupants. Lucky they didn't slide off the edge.We had a quick snow storm this morning, mostly fog all day, and a better snowfall late this afternoon.
Saw this just now on FB. at least the chains are easier to put on now.
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Settles that then, taking omeo route tomorrow and activating chill cruise mode. Cbf with dangerous punters in what will probably be similar conditionsWe had a quick snow storm this morning, mostly fog all day, and a better snowfall late this afternoon.
Saw this just now on FB. at least the chains are easier to put on now.
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I saw a bar today. The sign on the coffee machine directs you to the bar for a little whiskey top up.There did seem to be a bar, yes. And the chicken things were indeed disturbingly moreish and quite possibly made of Soylent green
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Saw this just now on FB. at least the chains are easier to put on now.
Which FB ?We had a quick snow storm this morning, mostly fog all day, and a better snowfall late this afternoon.
Saw this just now on FB. at least the chains are easier to put on now.
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Sitting on my couch, looking at that road I’m not putting chains on.Scary for the driver and occupants. Lucky they didn't slide off the edge.
How you could contemplate driving in those conditions without chains astounds me.
With that car and the snow, sleet and ice that was falling today? Fair enough though, I wasn't there.Sitting on my couch, looking at that road I’m not putting chains on.
The theme of today’s report is skiing access lifts as runs. I refer to Road Runner and Gotcha and enjoying the phark outa them so much that you forget where it is you were actually going.
There is a condition in skiing which I call Perisheritis. It manifests itself as a constant desire to change lifts even when you’re enjoying the one you’re on. This happens a lot at Perisher cos there are so damn many lifts and sometimes at the end of a day, you’ve had this endlessly bits n piecey ski experience without ever quite being in the moment.
So to today. We started on first tracks in heavenly at 7:30 and it was a level above dust on crust but only just. I sensed the really good gear would be up on the drift so up we went and oh mama. That was a pro move. 5cm of fresh up there skied more like 8–10cm out wide and the turns, while unchallenging, were sweet for 12, 15, I dunno how many laps.
When the drift was at last tracked out, we skied over da bridge and found powdery goodness in trees between the bridge and road runner base. You’d better believed we lapped that a few times.
Arvo was all about the orchy, until we did a Gotcha. Hello. Suddenly we had done eight Gotchas. We ducked under a rope for the second half of run to poach lines in the trees. On about the third lap, a ski patroller was there. We asked sheepishly if we could duck under the rope if we promised not to veer left and end up in the extremest part of the extreme zone. He said, “I’m not going to ruin your day”. This is what’s known as good policing and he is the human of the week. Anyway my finger is sore from typing this on my phone. Hotham is good. Pic is drift after it was almost but not quite skied out
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Thin, but fun to be backcountry again.
5cm reported (so more like 2cm) was enough for me to get the pow skis for 2.5 laps backcountry before heading inbounds for a few more.
Top to bottom its fully covered until the little bit left to go before I'd have hit the river anyway. Not a single other person (or track) in sight.
Legs feel super strong on the way up, but being flexible for the thin layer and unexpected bumps was hard work on the way down.
On the way home I was able to drop into the makeshift park stuff and ski right to our door, usually I go the other way via the Genny for a beer instead. On the way I noticed the ATC practice board is back up, supposedly its been there over a week.
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Those trees below the road are a great pitch and fall line, plus most peeps don't bother to look left and traverse. Even better down lower IMO.The theme of today’s report is skiing access lifts as runs. I refer to Road Runner and Gotcha and enjoying the phark outa them so much that you forget where it is you were actually going.
There is a condition in skiing which I call Perisheritis. It manifests itself as a constant desire to change lifts even when you’re enjoying the one you’re on. This happens a lot at Perisher cos there are so damn many lifts and sometimes at the end of a day, you’ve had this endlessly bits n piecey ski experience without ever quite being in the moment.
So to today. We started on first tracks in heavenly at 7:30 and it was a level above dust on crust but only just. I sensed the really good gear would be up on the drift so up we went and oh mama. That was a pro move. 5cm of fresh up there skied more like 8–10cm out wide and the turns, while unchallenging, were sweet for 12, 15, I dunno how many laps.
When the drift was at last tracked out, we skied over da bridge and found powdery goodness in trees between the bridge and road runner base. You’d better believed we lapped that a few times.
Arvo was all about the orchy, until we did a Gotcha. Hello. Suddenly we had done eight Gotchas. We ducked under a rope for the second half of run to poach lines in the trees. On about the third lap, a ski patroller was there. We asked sheepishly if we could duck under the rope if we promised not to veer left and end up in the extremest part of the extreme zone. He said, “I’m not going to ruin your day”. This is what’s known as good policing and he is the human of the week. Anyway my finger is sore from typing this on my phone. Hotham is good. Pic is drift after it was almost but not quite skied out
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Yeah woulda kept going but it got scratchy pretty quick down low as the vid posted by @Any showedThose trees below the road are a great pitch and fall line, plus most peeps don't bother to look left and traverse. Even better down lower IMO.
Settles that then, taking omeo route tomorrow and activating chill cruise mode. Cbf with dangerous punters in what will probably be similar conditions
I've been known to lap Gotcha. The trees under the lift-line can sometimes hide some goodies.The theme of today’s report is skiing access lifts as runs. I refer to Road Runner and Gotcha and enjoying the phark outa them so much that you forget where it is you were actually going.
There is a condition in skiing which I call Perisheritis. It manifests itself as a constant desire to change lifts even when you’re enjoying the one you’re on. This happens a lot at Perisher cos there are so damn many lifts and sometimes at the end of a day, you’ve had this endlessly bits n piecey ski experience without ever quite being in the moment.
So to today. We started on first tracks in heavenly at 7:30 and it was a level above dust on crust but only just. I sensed the really good gear would be up on the drift so up we went and oh mama. That was a pro move. 5cm of fresh up there skied more like 8–10cm out wide and the turns, while unchallenging, were sweet for 12, 15, I dunno how many laps.
When the drift was at last tracked out, we skied over da bridge and found powdery goodness in trees between the bridge and road runner base. You’d better believed we lapped that a few times.
Arvo was all about the orchy, until we did a Gotcha. Hello. Suddenly we had done eight Gotchas. We ducked under a rope for the second half of run to poach lines in the trees. On about the third lap, a ski patroller was there. We asked sheepishly if we could duck under the rope if we promised not to veer left and end up in the extremest part of the extreme zone. He said, “I’m not going to ruin your day”. This is what’s known as good policing and he is the human of the week. Anyway my finger is sore from typing this on my phone. Hotham is good. Pic is drift after it was almost but not quite skied out
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Bugger! Would have been greatAgree with all that.
A shame, I'm popping up in the morning for a ski and thought I'd try and catch you!
Thats a great idea hiking up and over Higgi and down Big D!Yeah if theres ever a queue for the bus at central i just hike up behind the medical centre, ski over higgi past the tanks, down the big d and back to davenport. Often i beat the others baxk. Avoiding the bus this way or using frosty drop and dav access on the way in is something i enjoy
Thats a great idea hiking up and over Higgi and down Big D!
As for frosty drop and Davenport, did it twice but gravel at the end was diabolical. Worth it this morning tho in a bit of fresh. Interestingly, I posted lots of Feathertop and all the usual stuff on Twitter (I don’t use fb or Insta) but the dav access trail I posted this morn got by far the biggest engagement
lift etiquette. This is becoming a problem everywhere, but I have never seen greater reticence to ride lifts with strangers or at least try to form 4s. Soooo many people think a singles queue means they ride up alone rather than slot in with a 2 or 3. As for the 2s and 3s, they’re happy with their group and seek rarely to merge. Such is society nowadays
I helped keep them on the straight (and wiiiide)Tbar chivalry indeed!![]()
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My favourite lift line game for a few years now has been to fuck with the 'singles line creeper' - they just barge their way in even if there is a stream of 4s formed up in the queue. Singles line is risk/reward, not an express lane. They hate being called out on it too.Soooo many people think a singles queue means they ride up alone rather than slot in with a 2 or 3
My favourite lift line game for a few years now has been to fcuk with the 'singles line creeper' - they just barge their way in even if there is a stream of 4s formed up in the queue. Singles line is risk/reward, not an express lane. They hate being called out on it too.
Back in the day you could just ski along the road from around Blue Ribbon back to the lodge.. they don't like that anymore..Hotham have the capacity to chuck half a Doz. Snow guns down Davi - it’s often dodgy. Sadly, it will probably never be done.
Thinking about crowded buses and transport troubles. If Davi was a little more reliable, less folks would have to cram on to buses to get back to H Central.
If Hotham built the Higgi access (or back Higgi) chair - there’d be much less pressure on buses from 8:30 - 5:00pm. Especially at lunchtime and the end of the day.
Now if only the good Hotham planners would listen? (;-)
Gee I could spend their money!