Training in the Australian Alps (Dec/Jan 2003/2004)

We wind our way over Bogong and down an exposed spur towards the hidden valleys beyond In reality this is not far removed from the landscapes that Tim expects to encounter in Mongolia.

We cross a river as we begin to wind our way up towards the alpine plains Tree ferns abound in the lush gullies of the Australian Alps, however recent fires have dramatically changed the forest.

Will, looking the true 'man from snowy river' part pauses with his packhorse.

Steve Baird and Will kicking back in the evening on the high plains I was beginning to feel a rythm to this horse travel- waking up at dawn, riding all day, and after tending to the horses, relaxing next to a campfire

Despite feeling quite frightened and intimidated by horses on the first day, I was beginning to feel comfortable Here on the high plains I felt on top of the world, and was beginning to sense the magic of horseback adventure.

Although I had walked in the alps many times, travelling by horse gave me a totally fresh perspective.

One of the slightly steeper slopes of Bogong The horses' sense of balance is incredible.

What better way to cap off the day than with a can of beer by the fire At the same time I am feeling pretty exhausted from three days in the saddle...and at the prospect of 10,000km from Mongolia to Hungary!

After five days we finish up at Steve and Kath Bairds home for a celebratory meal This capped off one of the best five days I can remember spending on the trail in Australia