When our tyre went flat we wern’t sure it was just the after effects of the night before or if something wasn’t quite right. It made for an interesting wait for the NRMA- dressed in full ski gear, some of us ventured into the surrounding land, inhabited by angry looking sheep; some walked up the road passing large numbers of roo roadkill. Counting roadkill soon became a common feature of the long drives to and from the snowfields. Its not the kind of landscape which first comes to mind when you think of Australia but the roads of Jindy sure have character.