[The Snowy River]
As we descend we gain glimpses of the snow-covered ranges that give the region its name. Despite the cold, there’s little ski-able snow as yet. What has fallen has largely melted, adding to the roar of the river’s waters. We’re hearing that sound clearly now, like a constant gale blowing through trees, except there’s not a breath of wind.
[The Snowy Mountains from Mt Blue Cow]
[Taking a break by the Snowy River]
As we eat we spy a snowy-coloured goat grazing its way down the opposite slope. It moves slowly, unconcernedly, now in sight, now hidden behind bushes. At this distance, perhaps 400 metres, it could be mistaken for an animated snow-gum, angling downslope in search of water. Towards the end of our slow lunch it gets there, stopping to take a few sips of the snow-chilled water, before ambling off through the stream-side scrub.
[A feral goat, Snowy River]