Back in New Zealand, we had picked the brains of various
Australians about what we should see and do once over here. The Blue Mountains invariably came up. People always spoke highly of them, but
generally with a slight qualifier that they were not quite of the grandeur of
New Zealand’s Southern Alps. They are just outside Sydney, so we elected to check them
out for the day and see for ourselves.
The Blue Mountains are what I would call a Grand Canyon
style park. You approach the park from
the top and then walk down into the canyon.
(Editorial note: We are no longer tramping, nor are we
hiking. In Australia, the proper term is
“bush walking”). We just scratched
the surface of this park, but we thought it was quite impressive looking at the
sandstone outcroppings and waterfalls, and gazing down into a vast forest of eucalyptus.
Pretending to think deep thoughts...
I am wondering if Margaret and Walter have taken out any large life insurance policies on me lately...
We should have read this sign...
A small waterfall...
Nature..
A large waterfall...
We dubbed this the corn cob plant...
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