Mount Buller

When the skies cleared the next day and we finally made it up the mountain we found meadow-covered slopes overlooking deep valleys. The view, when extended more than 20 metres from our faces, were tremendously long.

We drove the track we'd walked previously to the summit. At the end of the road we ate sandwiches. Then the main part of the group climbed the remainder of the mountain - a very steep looking undertaking - whilst Eloise and I toddled down a track picking flowers and swatting flies.

After that the high point of the day was all getting into Adam's 4x4 and going off-road across the ranges to Mount Stirling along tracks less trodden. It was bumpy, and spectacular.