CAMPSITE # 1 - Girraween, where the weather was mean

Our pact for the day number one was to do one thing and nothing else. That one thing was absolutely NOTHING. We decided not to leave camp at all - just reading our books, appreciating the wild life and avoiding the bloody rain.

After enduring blisters during a wet trek on Day #2, we decided to go in our thongs (British translation : Flip Flops) to a walk to the "Pyramids". And wasn't that a bright idea?! You'd think the name would have given it away. This huge Pyramid shaped rock formation 1000+ metres above sea level was bloody high & required a lot of strenuous 'felt-like-vertical' climbing. 

So rather than tackling the climb in our unreliable thongs, we took them off & went bare foot. I stopped at 1044 metres & Tom decided that due to his tertiary education in Geology only he should continue further. 


As I sat to admire the views, I could see some ant sized Grey Nomads (British Translation - Pensioner in their won't-go-over-80km/hr-motorhomes) at the bottom debating whether to even bother trying when I overheard one group say to another - "Well, there are a couple of 17 year olds in bare feet up there so now you have no excuse".


I wish I was 17 again - at least I would have had the energy to keep on climbing!!

Would you like a flake with that?