One of my favourite days of the year is waking up on the Thursday before Easter, because it means I’m off to the Snowy Mountains. It’s become an Easter tradition in my family. I’m 32 and my family’s been camping down in the high country at Easter long before I was even thought of. My brother and I have grown up with my family’s love of the mountains instilled in us.
Easter’s the last few years have been fantastic. Big groups, good weather, and I’m lucky to get to make the trip with two of my best mates. Trev and I set off on a beautiful April morning from Sydney and stopped to visit a friend in Robertson (in the Southern Highlands) and headed down to the mountains.