Dawn in Queenstown. Lake Wakatipu lies like a mirror in its frame of mountains; a skein of fog drifts across the flanks of Walter Peak, which rises in a perpendicular wall on the far side of the lake. The Remarkables — a perfect name for this range of sheer, shattered mountains — look close enough to touch. I brew a coffee and walk out on to the deck of our rented cottage. The air is so cold it hurts to breathe in. But this clear July day will be perfect for skiing.
There are four of us here in Queenstown for our annual ski week. I'm with my wife Linda, an expert skier, and our daughters Lydia, 17, and Emma, 14, both enthusiastic beginners. As a snowboarder, I'm the odd one out. To me, snowboarding is way cooler than skiing, an opinion not shared by my family who mock me relentlessly about mid-life crises and "old guys trying to look cool".
By 9.15am, we are on the slopes of Coronet Peak. It is a Tuesday morning so the queues are short. While my wife sets off in search of some killer runs and the girls attend a ski school lesson I spend an hour or so warming up on the Big Easy run. I've always found it useful to do a few simple runs at the start of each day to remind my muscles what they're in for.
Located only 20 minutes from Queenstown, Coronet Peak offers some of Australasia's best skiing. With 280ha of skiable terrain, 70 per cent of which is suitable for beginner and intermediate skiers, it's a great field for family skiing holidays.
Once I have my confidence up, I ascend the express chair to the summit. At 1649m, I am perched in the centre of a 360-degree panorama of snow-clad ranges. To the west, range after range of snow-encrusted mountains rolls back towards Mount Aspiring, which crouches in a dazzling sky rimmed with high cirrus clouds.