by north-north-west » Tue 16 Aug, 2011 10:02 pm
The next one . . .
I really can't. I have so many memories.
The day we reached Pedder.
The first time I did the Field West/Tarn Shelf circuit. Blue skies, the water meadows, black ice on the rocks, the bog just past K Col . . .
The day of the avatar - another failed attempt at Mt Anne, but what a glorious day it was . . .
Each and every day in the WArthurs. But especially getting to High Moor.
The day I paddled up Redbank Gorge, after spending the morning scrambling around the side canyons.
Last visit to Wattarkah, walking/scrambling up the canyon to the pool at the head of the creek, rainbows in the fall's mist, icy cold water for a skinny-dip, palm trees and orange rock and no people in sight . . .
Chillagoe, wandering around one of the towers, finding a little triangular crawlway that opened into the most massive chamber I've ever seen underground, following the tunnels to a perfectly circular chimney that went up and down forever, finding another entrance around the other side of the tower that led to the same chimney, but at least 20 metres deeper. . .
Being followed by a rainbow one misty day doing a snowbound Cradle circuit.
Wilkawillina. No people, a massive rainstorm in the middle of the day, ancient fossils, the most incredible light . . .
Spion Kopje in the snow - the day of the Wedgie.
Every day I've been out over the Crosscut - it's different each time, but such a wonderful area.
The third day of the Hannels Spur trip - grey and wet before, blizzard after, but this one was blue, the view from Byatts, romping over the Abbotts, Townsend and Alice Rawson, the sunset, all the alpine wildflowers and the leek orchids everywhere . . .
Wylds Craig in wind, rain, sleet, snow and fog. Glorious. Although I would like to see the view . . .
I could go on.
And on and on and on and on and on.
"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."