WE WAKE TO A fantasy land. In the pink hues of the early morning, snow gums glisten, frosted in snow; sunlight refracts off crystal-encrusted leaves; and kangaroos puff steamy breaths into the cold air.In the distance, blanketed in white, Australia's Snowy Mountains beckon. "Move your lazy butt," shouts Jules, my cabin companion. "We'll miss it!"Two hours later, we've buckled up, clicked on, and made the fourth chair on the chairlift. We're quickly whisked above the tree line and in no time the race is on! We're in a mad dash against a hundred or so other skiers to ride the untouched snow as wetumble and bounce to the bottom of the slope.
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