We climbed the big mountain behind Hobart, Mt Wellington, at the end of our first day. Old paintings of Hobart have snow on the mountain, but other than some really stale and crunchy ice right at the top, we didn’t find anything that resembled snow at all.
A drive up into the ranges and river systems west of Hobart didn’t bring any snow either. It was just really cold and green. And breathtakingly beautiful.