Morry and I headed off in the dark on Sunday morning along the Razorback. Although it was nearly 4 degrees, they were making snow on Big D and Moz slipped on the way down to the car and did his ankle. He also tried the 'no head torch batteries' excuse at Diamantina, so I headed off alone. There were a few tents along the way, and Federation looked busy. Got to Molly on sunrise and played around on the FT summit for a while - then bumped into Morry as I was beginning my descent: half a marathon on a sprained ankle!
Spent a nice day with the kids amongst the snowgums, and then tidied the garage and dusted off the quiver in preparation for big storms ahead...
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