A troop of us (Yo, Dad, Ryan, Jo, Mil, Stella and John) went bushwalking on the weekend up in the Wild Dog Mountains. Marvellously pretty. And well named, considering that in all our collective years of bushwalking (which I suspect come to quite a few) none of us had ever heard a wild dog on the bush. Anyway, we made this climb to Splendour Rock (also well named) that was mightily splendiferous and good looking. As we felt pretty pleased with ourselves for managing to catch such a marvellous view with mist and cloud and sunshine and mountains, what more could happen but hear a wild dog howl. It was very exciting.

And then we slept in this big cave which was mega cool too.

And it rained. And we were near the Warragamba and that made me happy and excited too. But then we saw and walked up all the empty creeks and was sad about how drought stricken we really are and how those few drops weren’t going to do much at all really.

And of course we had custard and camp food. And caught rain water. Oh the bush is such a wonderful place. So nice to get out of town and be so secluded.

This entry was posted on Thursday, December 7th, 2006 at 9:36 am.