Months ago when we were brainstorming weekend trips from Melbourne
Jakob included the name Bright on the list. And I knew nothing about
Bright but the name made the place appealing. Which makes me think I
might unknowingly be the sort of person who judges a book by the cover. I
assumed Bright would be wonderful because well how could it not be?
This town would obviously have sparkling water and shimmering mountains
and glistening snow and smiling happy residents. Similarly, I would not
be very excited to visit Cockburn, Dismal Swamp or Foul Bay Australia.
When we decided to meet up with friends from Melbourne the first place
that came to mind was of course Bright. We could all have a glorious
time there.
Part of me wishes Bright was dreary and
rainy and run down just to discourage me from having future place name
prejudices but Bright was everything I could have hoped for. It was a
cute mountain town nestled in a valley lying along a bubbling river and
lake dotted with wineries, olive groves, emu farms (well one anyhow) and
Pine forested hills. From our cozy sunny valley we could look out at
numerous white snow clad mountains which beckoned any winter
adventurers. We went on a walk to waterfalls that shimmered and went
sledding on snow that shimmered and drank wine out of shimmering glasses
and smiled our shimmering smiles as we hung out with some great people.
And based on our great weekend I am now secretly planing trips to
Kissing, Mount Toogood, and Surprise. But we shouldn't let these name prejudices influence us too much after all there must be many
disapointed refugees detained on Christmas Island.
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| Happy in Bright |
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| Whatever I am doing it looks fun |
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| A place where snow glitters down on you even though it is 8 degrees |
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| Even more happy |
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