I remember my first trip to the snow. I was eight years old. Mum was a single mother of four children and we were on the pension living in the Adelaide Hills.  Falls Creek was more than 12 hours away by car and a skiing holiday in Australia was far from affordable. Still, Mum was determined to take her children to the snow and she saved every penny she could for months prior to the trip. We drove our family Mitsubishi van to Bright, about an hour from Falls Creek and stayed in a family cabin at the local caravan park.

The fun of ski holidays can be dependent entirely on mother nature and my first day on the snow was a blizzard. You could barely see 10 metres in front of you. I was in a group ski lesson and the wind was so strong that I could barely…