Across the valley one could barely make out the Pass crowned with fagus, Australia’s only native deciduous tree bereft of leaves. The scudding clouds sometimes enveloped the ragged peaks and sometimes left them sparkling in the sunlight.
I thought how beautiful this valley must be in October when spring ripened the blossoms into a blaze of color. Perhaps we should come back, maybe even in winter for a short stay to see the wilderness covered in snow blown in from the deepest south.
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