Unusual amongst the world’s ski resort, Mount Hotham is located with the village on a ridgeline at the mountain top, the runs stretching out beneath you. Wind your way up on roads built along mountain spines, settle into the village, and look out across valleys. It’s the only place I’ve ever skied where you begin your day with a run and end it off a chair lift. That is a strange sensation, but worth it for the sunset valley views you are rewarded with at the end of the day.
A house on the ridge at dusk, overlooking a pink sunset on snowy hills; A house in the valley, surrounded by snowy hills, purple in the sunset light.
Looking past a gnarly tree to an empty chairlift above the eucalypts; Dusk and snow starts falling on the eucalyptus leaves.
Grey storm clouds roll in over the snow covered hills.
A skier rides a chairlift across the corrugated iron rooftops; A man snowshoes past tall eucalyptus trees that dwarf the mountain homes.
A man snowshoes uphill through the eucalyptus trees.
A row of colourful modern apartments.
Several sets of skis wait in the snow outside a yellow brick building; An albino dog waits in the snow for his master.
A pile of snowboards lie in the snow.
Delivery of kegs on the side of the road; The terrain park and chairlift stand out distinctively on the smooth white hill.
Blue houses of the village beside a run as a storm approaches bringing dark skies.
Looking across burnt snowgums to the mountains of the Victorian Alps on a stormy day.