Rare adventures with my adult daughter, Tough Cookie, are always memorable, and the great finger debacle of 2016 was no exception. Continue reading
“Are you made of sugar?” I smiled as I remembered these joking words from my childhood while my little green car struggled valiantly up the winding, slippery mountain road, her windscreen wipers squeaking in protest. No, I wasn’t made of sugar. My body composition is about one third fat. Rather than melt in the rain, I’m more likely to float away. Continue reading
Where have I been? Walking in circles for weeks lost in the Australian outback or lying paralysed in a hospital bed after falling off a cliff whilst taking a photograph of an ant? Maybe I’ve been spending my $70 million lotto winnings or perhaps working undercover for ASIO? Continue reading
I’m a walking pharmacy at present due to a mystery illness which has my face resembling a deformed purple potato and feeling as though I’ve lost a few rounds with more than one karate king. Continue reading
“O Binna Binna, Binna Burra, wherefore art thou, Binna Burra?”
Ever since my last trip to Binna Burra, the eastern side of Lamington National Park, I’ve been in love with this unique and incredibly beautiful region. It’s part of the Gondwana Rainforests of Australia World Heritage Area, which includes the largest section of subtropical rainforest in the world. Despite how impressive this sounds, in the tempestuous early days, I wondered whether my relationship with Binna Burra had a future. What were my early fears and how were they turned into infatuation? Continue reading
Had I known there might be crocodiles on my walk I would have taken precautions. In a scene from a famous UK “reality” TV show, celebrity contestants swam through a crocodile invested swamp with marksmen ready to shoot any creatures that attacked. However, the location used for that episode was in Springbrook, inland from the Gold Coast, about 100km south of Brisbane, and a guaranteed crocodile free habitat. It also happens to be the topic of this post. Continue reading
Before I launch into this walk, I must first apologise for my absence. Whilst taking a break from writing I’d still hoped to be able to continue reading and commenting on other blogs, however a few unexpected events have kept me away from the Internet. I will endeavour to catch up on what you’ve all been up to. Continue reading
I contemplated calling this post, “The Slowest Hike in the World” as it took 4 ½ hours to cover a mere 4.3 km. New readers might be thinking it must have been an arduous hike involving rugged terrain, steep climbs or waist-deep mud. Older followers know me better than that. There’s a reason why I am called mildly extreme rather than plain extreme. Continue reading
“Don’t look back, you’re not going that way.” I’ve heard this quote many times but my recent experience challenges the universality of this adage. While walking the 17 km Warrie Circuit at Springbrook National Park, south of Brisbane, my daughter and I managed to feel both “awesome and incredibly stupid” (her words). How is that possible? If you survive my preliminary ramblings, all will be revealed! Continue reading
Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart
– Candy Polgar
Back in January, I made my first trip to Springbrook National Park, part of the World Heritage listed Gondwana Rainforests Region, 100km south of Brisbane. Springbrook is a fantastic escape with a variety of walks ranging from a short 300m circuit right up to a challenging 54 km hike. Temperate and subtropical rainforest as well as montane heath and open eucalyptus bushland make up the diversity of this region. Continue reading
“Just do it!” was the command from my long-suffering adult daughter. After discussing my planned blog with her for an eternity, she was understandably a little frustrated by my procrastination. To partly appease her and partly conquer my fear of public writing, I finally put my two pointer fingers to the keyboard to compose my first blog post. Since my memory is on a permanent sabbatical these days, it is best I begin with the most recent hike I did in September. My dear daughter, who people mistakenly perceive as a fragile flower, accompanied me and will be referred to as the Tough Cookie that she really is.
Before I launch into my first long-winded tale, I must mention one of my favourite words, waldeinsamkeit. It’s German and means “solitude in the forest,” but not in a negative, lonely way. To an introvert like me, the feeling of being alone with my own thoughts in nature is pure bliss. I also like the Japanese practice of Shinrinyoku, which means “forest bathing”. It basically means spending time in nature to reduce stress, relax and promote a healthy immune system.
Back to the walk now. I’ve actually completed this track twice but the first time was in cold weather and fairly uneventful. The second walk with my daughter was certainly more memorable mainly due to it being spring. I’ve used a few pics of the flora and fauna from my first walk to add to this post though.
Mt Mitchell is actually a twin-peaked volcanic mountain with an elevation of 1175m and is about 100km west of Brisbane, south of Cunningham’s Gap in Queensland. The class 4 (Australian Standard) 10.2km return walk ends at the eastern peak, known as Cooyinnirra by the Indigenous Yugarabul people. It’s a perilous knife-edge ridge above a sheer cliff, and the almost 360 degree views are spectacular. If you are super fit and like getting from A – B as fast as possible, you could possibly do it in 2 hours. I like to take pics and I’m a day-dreamy nature lover who enjoys her food, so I usually take longer than the estimated time. National Parks recommend 3- 3 ½ hours as a general guide for walkers.