As the car gained altitude – all 1861 metres of it, to be precise – the temperature gauge was dropping faster than a beach towel in the tropics.
Entrance to Hotham Heights, Mt Hotham, Victoria
All the same, it was a warm-ish April day for Hotham Heights, Victoria’s highest town perched precariously just below the Mt Hotham summit.
The outdoor thermometer showed 8°C, but I was going with the car gauge reading. 6°C seemed much more likely if the tendrils of cold creeping in through the air vents were any guide.
Parking the Silver Bullet on the exposed patch of bare windswept bitumen that passed for the car park, I stepped out into a wind so cold it hit me right in the … well, lets just say it sent me scuttling for the amenities!
Sadly, neither thermometer registered the wind chill factor I inexpertly estimated to be at least –20 …
Set up by women like the legendary ‘Mother’ Morrell to as a rest stop for miners travelling between goldfields, Mt Hotham lives up to its hospitable heritage by continuing to provide conveniences for travellers.
Situated in what would be the transit lounge if snow season had actually started, the amenities block was a welcome oasis of warmth from the stabbing blasts of frigid wind that treated my clothing with complete contempt.
View from the Mt Hotham Loo!
The Basin …
… AND the tap!
But even more welcome was the proof of real civilisation I uncovered at the hand basin. Because whatever the season, at this Alpine altitude there’s only one tap – and it’s HOT!
The staggering view across the layer upon layer of Victorian Alps had my shutter finger twitching. But whether I could get any photos taken before my fingers froze solid was a near thing …
Mt Hotham: Instant Ski Resort – Just ADD SNOW!!
Suffering for my art, be damned! Where’s a brandy-bearing St Bernard when you need one????