Calling on the Gnomes

A cool change blew through that night, and the next day came over all rainy and overcast.

Up the mountain we drove and before long we were enveloped in mist and cloud.

We stopped off half way up the mountain to look at this strange tree which some gnomes had carried out some development work on. Eloise knocked on the door but there was no reply.

The drive up to Mount Buller was quite long and twisty, but we were rewarded at the top by a little metropolis for the discerning ski fanatic, all very architectural modern and swish.

The views down the mountain were pretty spectacular as the low cloud swirled beneath us. As we went up to the end of the road and got out of the cars to walk up to the summit, they were secretly creeping up on us and we were soon enveloped in a miasma of white with not much visibility in any direction to take our eyes of the gravel road up and down which hurtled trucks and utes at breakneck speed.

We trudged back down again before finding somewhere to have a cup of coffee... then down the mountain again and home.