I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Ready to go Bushwalking
Our first full day in Australia and we had
to do something “Australian”. Since it is spring here and the temperature was
expected to go up to 25°, our first choice was to go to the beach, and have
lunch of Chicken-salt French Fries on the beach for lunch, but Steph, Regis’s
niece came home and changed the plans, suggesting we go Bushwalking and then go
to the beach.
Here in Australia you do not go to the
“woods”, you go to the “bush”, and you don’t hike, you “Go for a Bushwalk”. Now
they do use the same term for the trails as in New Zealand, and we headed for
the Wyrrabalong (Pronounce that “Where I Belong”) National Park Track. This is
an interesting park, situated between a residential neighborhood and the steep
ocean cliffs, so although a beautiful natural site, it is conveniently close to
the city so people can use it easily. There was a nice parking lot at either
end, and the track itself was well maintained and easy to walk on with sand
underfoot and stairs on the climbs. As you “Walk” the track you come out onto
beautiful look-offs with spectacular views all the way to Sydney from cliffs
that are shared with para-gliders and hang-gliders launching out over the ocean.
Fortunately no one was taking advantage of the updrafts and we had the cliff to
Time for Chicken-salt French Fries
Hiking through the woods, or “Bushwalking”
in Australia is so different than in Canada, because the vegetation you walk
through is so completely different from what we are used to. No maple trees, no
oak, and no pine or spruce. There were Banksia, Gum trees, and paperbark trees.
It is really weird, It was like walking through a completely different
landscape. Even in Asia or Europe there are trees I recognized, but here on a
continent not connected to anything else, a completely alien world has
developed. The trees are different, the flowers are foreign, everything is new.
As I walked along I was constantly stopping to photograph plants and trees I
had never seen before.
We still got to go to the beach only it was
even nicer after a long bushwalk and those chicken-salt French fries were even