I've done and gone and seen so many new things in the past few months, but I am terrible at sharing all these little memories and moments on here because I'm lazier than a koala. To you the truth, I kind have forgotten I had a blog, and it was only recently that my dear friend Cynthia reminded me to post something.
A little over a month ago, my boyfriend and I took a little road trip into the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, far from the city. On the day we went, fate had it that it was extremely cold and windy (I remember it being 7 degrees, and I was shivering under my 4 layers of clothing) despite the sky looking wonderful.
The first stop was the Wentworth Falls area and the surrounding lookouts. The last time I was in the Blue Mountains was when I was no more than 10 and I had only visited the over-hyped tourists attractions, so this was completely new. We walked along trails that went over the falls, along the cliffs, and then to the foot of the falls. It was beeaauutttiiifffuuuullll.
|At the top of Wentworth Falls|
|At the bottom of Wentworth Falls|
We walked from the top of Wentworth down to the bottom, then up again. Let me tell you: walking up is not fun.
We hopped back into the car when we reached the top, drove to some more lookouts, but our ultimate destination was the Grand Canyon Walk in Blackheath.
The Grand Canyon Walk was also BEAUTIFUL, but a different kind to the type I had already seen. Before was the grandness of the mountains and the fresh air and feeling so small when standing next to a cliff face, but here, the beauty was in the form of cramped, jungle like greenery that was completely different to the tall Eucalypt trees that populated most of the mountains. It was like walking into two separate worlds.
We didn't finish the Grand Canyon Walk because it was late afternoon when we arrived and had plans to catch a great view as dusk, so we walked for about 1km along the track (which winds down the mountain)...and to my distaste, back up the same track and same bloody mountain.
But enough of my complaints. My boyfriend and I headed to Lincoln's Rock to catch the sunset. Unfortunately, the sun was hiding behind the clouds as it was setting, so we couldn't bake in its dusky glory. We made do with hanging off the cliff edge instead.