I finally booked Wolgal Hut last year as soon as the dates were possible to book after missing out a few years in a row. I was so excited - I love the snow, it symbolises childhood innocence and happiness and fun to me as I grew up on the side of a mountain where it snowed every year quite a lot, and was so looking forward to snowshoeing through pristine forest, watching the birds, building snowmen, maybe having another go at cross country skiing in a remote untouched beautiful place, and being there for my nieces' first experiences of snow, perhaps the beginning of many happy memories.
Now it is gone. Burned to the ground. FUCK FUCKING BUSHFIRES
This is what it is supposed to look like
This is what it looks like now
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