The Snow Job – Friday Fictioneers.

The instant Inge saw the ad, she leaped at the chance to work on the Australian ski fields. Skiing was in her blood. Yet, although her parents had met at the Nagano Olympics and ran the ski school in Grosser Arber, Inge hadn’t claimed it as her own. Rather, it took crossing that vast expanse of desert they called “the Nullarboring”, to get a sense of who she was and claim skiing as her own.

However, as the bus headed into Perisher, something was wrong. Where were the mountains? What about the snow?

All she wanted was a white Christmas.

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This has been another contribution for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields The photo prompt for this week was kindly provided by © Dale Rogerson.

I have crossed the Nullarbor by car, train and plane and personally, I find something inspirational in that vast expanse of seeming nothingness. It reminds me of Jesus going out into the wilderness for 40 days and 40 nights. There’s so much space, that your thoughts can just keep going and going and going without being pinned in by concrete and steel.

The Nullarbor Plain (/ˈnʌlərbɔːr/ NUL-ər-bor; Latin: nullus, “no”, and arbor, “tree”[1]) is part of the area of flat, almost treeless, arid or semi-arid country of southern Australia, located on the Great Australian Bight coast with the Great Victoria Desert to its north. It is the world’s largest single exposure of limestone bedrock, and occupies an area of about 200,000 square kilometres (77,000 sq mi).[2] At its widest point, it stretches about 1,100 kilometres (684 mi) from east to west across the border between South Australia and Western Australia -Wikipaedia.

BTW thought you might appreciate reading my Valentine’s Day post about the snow bear’s search for love Snowy…A Valentine’s Day Hopeful.

xx Rowena

 

 

17 thoughts on “The Snow Job – Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Rowena Post author

    It probably had an influence. I’ve never experienced a suburban snow scene like this in person and I don’t even see it much on TV so it was quite unfamiliar to me. However, I noticed the snow covering everything up like a blanket and that’s what made me think of a snow job, as in terms of a cover-up. I had thought of an abduction type situation, but then the story gained its own momentum. I grew up in a Christian family and yet there is a need for each of us to find our own way and take that on as our own – or not. My daughter’s friend’s mum’s an olympian and the daughter is following right in her footsteps in the same sport, but it doesn’t always happen that way. I come from a family of professional musicians and yet I didn’t like listening to music most of my life and only 5 years ago, I took up the violin as an adult and adopted that as my own. My mother and grandmother are pianists.
    I think it’s interesting to see how people become themselves and the paths that take them there.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

  2. Rowena Post author

    Drop bears are a serious and deadly menace in Perisher as are Kangaroos crossing the roads. They lick the salt off the roads and get run over. So tragic.

  3. Rowena Post author

    The skiing is in the Australian Alps down around Perisher and Thredbo in NSW and Mt Hotham and Mt Selwyn. The snow is real but also enhanced using snow machines. We’ve been skiing at Perisher a few times and love it. I love the look of snow and ice on the Australian gumtrees. It’s such a novelty.
    I think we need to get out of the cities and experience those vast spaces. It’s easy to dismiss the Nullarbour as boring, but you just need to look harder and adjust your radar.The first time I went across, it was as a uni student sitting up the whole way on the Indian Pacific Railway and I was photographing the shadows of the railway powerlines on the red earth and salt bush. I must admit I was bored. However, it was better driving across and we could see the amazing limestone cliffs of the Great Australian Bight and eagles perched on top of kangaroo carcasses. They were quite territorial and thought nothing of defending their dinner from an approaching road train.
    I hope to drive over there again. This time with my husband and the kids. It’s the road trip of a life time.

  4. pennygadd51

    Yes, we all need to find our own path. It can be very difficult moving out of the shadow of famous – or even just moderately-well-known parents – to discover where you belong.

  5. Rowena Post author

    Yes, Penny. Pushy parents don’t help either. There’s a fine line.
    Have you ever seen the movie “Dead Poet’s Society”? That addressed that whole issue of rigid parental expectations very well.

  6. Dale

    It must be horrible being in one’s parents’ shadows (especially when it’s BOTH!) I know it was bad enough for my sister to follow me in school re sports. I loved and participated in pretty much everything; her – not a one 😉

  7. Rowena Post author

    That’s right. The other catch in the story, is that it’s Summer here for Christmas. It was full of subtle stumbling blocks and being mean, I thought I’d leave them there rather than spelling it out at the end. I find people from the Northern hemisphere really struggle get their head around a hot, Summer Christmas. Our family Christmas Day ends up in my aunt’s pool.

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