Us Two ....

On the Easter long weekend, which is now a lifetime ago, Brad and I got to see a little bit more of Australia. We traveled with a couple of friends down to the Snowy Mountains.
Snowy Mountains- "the Mountains that have Snow".
Did you know that Australia gets snow? Well, you do now.
Our friend's parents have a farm down by the Snowy Mountains and they invited Brad and I to join them for Easter. Lots of fun was to be had.
The whole wide world of farms has been opened up to me because I've never grown up around farms, with animals. I know about how apples grow on trees and how cherries get ruined in the storms, but how you milk a cow? That's something I have no idea about.
And then there's the sadder circle of life. The fact those cows out there, on that farm, the ones that I want to pet and name each and every one, are the ones I'm going to eat for dinner.
My big soft heart just can't handle that part of the circle of life.
Anyways, a large majority of the weekend was spent relaxing, which for me meant reading for outrageous amounts of the day. We're talking numbers of hours that you would need a couple of hands to count.
And the boys, well they entertained themselves how boys can only do.
Much of Australia has been suffering from extreme drought over the last couple of years (although you wouldn't know it from all the rain in Wollongong), and so much of the dams, etc. are pretty empty. Down at the farm, the river where they get all from is getting pretty low and is over run with carp.
Wonderful.
So the boys thought it would be fun to go down there and try to catch some fish.
With homemade spears.
This would be Brad's first of three spears that he made. It was rather useless and I have to say it resembles a glorified wiener roasting stick.
But after much determination, the boys managed to catch a few fish, on the very last night (after three days of trying, might I add).
They were quite proud.
And I guess so was I.
(AND, you have to note the fact that I am hardly married to a red head anymore. He's more of a platinum blond. The sun has had its way with Brad's hair.)

One day's entertainment was taking in some local festivities. It was called a 'gym' something or other- not sure how to spell it so I just call it the pony show. The pony show wherein families of all shapes and sizes and skills ride around on their horses and take part in little competitions.
The highlight of that was watching a couple of horses munch on a fence.
We are easily entertained.
We also saw a bit of Australian history. The town we were in is where the legend of the "Man from Snowy River" came from. Have you seen the movie? It's an Australian classic. So we went to the museum and checked it out.
Sorta interesting. Sorta not. But we got the picture.
Say it together folks.
AWWWWW.

It is a little funny being over here for holidays. Funny in the sense that holidays just don't seem as big of a deal over here. No traditional Easter dinners happen here and, while there are lots of Easter eggs to consume, there isn't the same emphasis on family get togethers.
But then again, Easter isn't really about family or chocolate and it was good to celebrate the resurrection of Christ in the Australian mountains that get snow.