I’m in the dining room of a lodge at Thredbo Alpine Village, watching sunlight fall in fast-moving patches down the face of the opposite slope, by turns illuminating the lines of the chairlift as strings of silver or softening the bush into shadow.
Patches of bush are courted by blank grassy stretches, the long areas cleared for ski runs and now, in late autumn before the snow falls, criss-crossed by mountain bikes, walkers and maintenance vehicles.
Coming to Thredbo was a result of going with the flow. A friend and I intended to go away – somewhere quiet – to write. She planned to work on her thesis and I to work on various writing projects. But her research into alpine invertebrates requires a bit more field work, so we came here, and while I spend time writing she is out at various spots along the Rams Head Range or the Dead Horse Gap Track, setting pitfall traps and photographing grasshoppers.
I have come here to write, but could not resist going for a hike, too – across the undulating alpine slopes from the top of Thredbo’s only summer-operating chairlift to the summit of Mount Kosciuszko at 2228m elevation.
Kosciuszko is an easy-to-reach summit by the standard of world peaks: the chairlift takes you to an elevation of 1925m so it is a climb of 300m over an easy walk of less than 7km one-way.
Nonetheless, walking to Kosciuszko’s summit felt momentous in the way of measurable achievements: it might be derided as a mere hill by the standards of mountains on other continents, but it remains Australia’s highest and it has an ancient geological history.
At the summit, it was noisy with the caws of the Little Ravens who gather on the rocky peaks to feed on Bogong moths. To the west, the Australian Alps lay in a smoky purple haze, layer upon layer of ridge fading into the distance.
In walking from Thredbo to Kosciuszko, I followed in the steps of thousands who have walked that way before me. The walk is ‘paved’ by a raised metal walkway, designed to keep walkers off the vegetation and to impede the flow of water as little as possible. I only saw one person stray from the beaten track, into the boulders near the Kosciuszko Lookout.
I left early enough to beat the crowds on the way out, but on my return passed dozens of teenagers, some cheerful, others looking mutely resentful at the prospect of the climb ahead of them.
On the return trip I stopped by the small creeks that are the headwaters of the Snowy River. I have spent so much of my life in the foothills of Australian mountains in Victoria, but if I ever previously visited the Snowy, it was when I was very small and I have no recollection of it.
It seemed important to stop by the water and notice it: the beginning of a great river, albeit one that is dammed and diverted and changed beyond all recognition from its ancient past.
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Lovely post equineocean. I wonder which lodge you were in? We love Thredbo and have been going most Januarys since 1994 (just for 4 days to walk, eat and enjoy the mountain air). We’ve done most of the walks multiple times and know only too well the mournful sound of those Little Ravens when you are walking in the high alps. I know what you mean about the walk to the peak. It’s not much by world standards but it’s our highest peak, and it means something. If you look at my My Name post (my first post in May 2009) you will see a photo of one of my all time favourite trees, a snow gum at the treeline on the Dead Horse Gap Walk. Sorry for the ramble, but I love that place!
Thanks for the comment Sue! It was Redbank Lodge – do you know it? Having never lived in NSW, it was my first visit to Thredbo and of course to Kosciuszko. I’d like to hike in from Charlotte’s Pass one day, for a different approach. And I’d like to walk to Dead Horse Gap Walk in full – I only made it a short way along on my last day there. I guess I’ll have to go back!
No, I don’t know that one, but have just looked it up and see it’s up the top near Kasee’s which we do know. We tend to stay in apartments rather than lodges near the village centre. The only main walk we haven’t done it between Kosciuszko and Charlotte’s Pass. I’ve always wanted to do it but couldn’t manage it as a round trip so you need transport back from one end, which we’ve never been able to organise. I suspect we never will now as while I can manage 10-14 km walking, my feet are becoming crankier and crankier and 20+km is probably more than I want to force them to do. I do plan to do Dead Horse Gap more times though, and hope you get to do it one day.
Sorry to hear about your feet and that they are likely to prevent you from doing the Charlotte’s Pass walk. Still, 10-14km is a pretty good stint, and exploring all the other walks over the years must have been quite something. If I had gone to Thredbo mainly to walk instead of mainly to write, I would have tried to fit much more in!
Ah, but it’s such a beautiful place to write – and to read, and to walk. We met one couple there one year who go for about three weeks every year. She brings her sewing machine and sews!