It was my birthday the other day and to celebrate the momentous occasion of my
2nd 18th Birthday we packed up the fam and headed for a day trip up to Mount Baw Baw in Victoria’s very picturesque Alpine region for a spot of snowy fun.
Mount Baw Baw is about 2 and half to three hours from Melbs – more if you add in the unaccounted for stops along the way, but more on that later!
Baw Baw’s distance from Melbourne makes it a really good option for a day trip, its an early start but worth it.
We had booked the Bear in for his very first ski lesson in preparation for our first family ski holiday to New Zealand very soon and husb and I were ridiculously excited to see him on a pair of skis for the first time – we have been waiting for this moment for 4 years. The Bear was also excited but, bless him, had no idea quite what he was excited about as he told me in the car that he didn’t need lessons as he was going to go up to the top of the mountain and ‘just ski down with daddy’ – as you do!
I mentioned the unaccounted for stops? Well when I say that it is a 2 1/2 to 3 hour journey, that is clearly if you are an adult, no kids and have no issue with driving James Bond style round the hairpin bends at 60km’s an hour on the ridiculously windy and narrow road to the top of the mountain. Us being none of those things (apart from the James Bond bit in husb head) meant that it took us a lot longer. Whiiiiiiich we of course didn’t realise until we were about 2 km’s into the windy bit of the journey . . . . it was then that Barf number 1 happened.
Boy oh boy did Barf number 1 happen!
It was unexpected,
despite the consistent whiny moan from the back of the car which we ignored to make sure we got there in time for the Bears 9.30am lesson – she got our attention I’ll give her that!
I’ll spare you the very smelly, lumpy, carroty, milky details but, well, it was all of those . . . and more.
Husb swore, we screeched to a halt on a hairpin, I grabbed her, he set about cleaning the vomit soaked car seat while I stripped her down to her nappy in the boot on a hairpin bend, on the side of a mountain, on a narrow road, in 1 degree celsius. Parent of the year – right here.
Girl child changed and clean, we set off again, this time at a more sedate pace of 0.5km per hour, husb swearing silently to himself with a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
We made it another km and . . .
enter Barf number 2 stage left, I swear husbs skin was about to rip through his knuckles Incredible Hulk style.
“Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me”
Husb swore (again), we screeched to a halt on a hairpin, I grabbed her, he set about cleaning the vomit soaked car seat while I stripped her down to her nappy in the boot on (another) hairpin bend, on the side of the mountain, on a narrow road, in 1 degree celsius – sound familiar?!
Thankfully I basically bought her wardrobe with me as I didn’t know what she’d need – and onwards and upwards we continued.
Only to be stopped another 5kms on – thankfully no barf this time, but the demand that we hire snow chains or pay a $2000 fine, or turn round and go home. So despite the fact there was not a speck of snow on the road or anywhere about, we
were fleeced hired the snow chains and obligatory sledges and set off (again).
We inched the rest of the way up to Mount Baw Baw Alpine resort finally arriving minus any more barfing, or use of/checking of snow chain adherence and rushed over to get the Bear suited and booted for his lesson.
Then we rushed over to his lesson and arrived only about 5 mins late in the end, which was really lucky because there were all of . . 2 people on the slope!
We handed the Bear over for his first ever ski lesson and watched him, go for it, no fear, no expectation just pure enjoyment.
He was a natural, by the third go down he wanted to race the little girl he was learning with – she wasn’t so keen!
I was proud as punch of my little Bear – the best birthday present ever, watching him take off on his little pair of tiny skis! I may or may not have shed a little tear.
After a very busy fun filled day of skiing and sledging we headed off home – the Bear was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
It was an amazing day out and I’m glad we arrived early, as it meant he had the slope all to himself which was the best way for him to get his snow feet. It got busier later on as a lot of people are bused in for the day. ( I would not recommend getting the bus up there – 1 word starts in B and ends in arf).
I cannot wait until we go on our snowy holiday woo!