Not to be disheartened or discouraged by the events of the
day before last, we decided to get straight back on the horse and get back
bushwalking.
For those who have visited Cape Le Grande NP, they will be
familiar with Frenchman’s Peak, a sharp conical shaped mountain that greets
those who enter the park. Described as a “Hard walk”, and with the path up the
“flat” side of the mountain easily to see, we knew it was going to be slow and
hard going.
But, true to their style our mountain goats just took it in
their stride. I tried to keep pace with Sam and Evie whilst it was B’s turn to
trundle up with the Little Caboose (James). Given my knees I find it easy going
up these walks but find going down much harder going so I tend to escort James
going down. Having said this, we’re yet to find anything that stops the Little
Fella, and this was easily the steepest challenge yet.
There’s no doubt it was hard walking. At times I was picking
lines and scrambling up the rock face using my hands as well as I saw Sam and
Evie just float up as if riding that cloud that Monkey used to ride in Monkey
Magic.
In the end though we made it without issue or concern. And
the top rewarded us with a view of epic proportions.
We stayed there probably around 15min having a drink and
snack break and admiring the multitude of skinks running around on the warm
rocks.
So the descent started and we took off in the aforementioned
order, but with caution as going down the rock was often much harder than going
up.
A high altitude family portrait...
A 360deg from Frenchmans Peak
Why on earth do we bother trying to keep up??!?
Even on the way down, they simply 'float' across the rocks. Slow down there Ninjago Boy
Nothing stops our caboose. He's simply a trooper.
One from B's phone. It's a ripper I reckon.
On the way up. Yep... all the way up...
This is a good shot from Lucky Bay, across Thistle Cover through to Hellfire Bay, left to right. I mean... really, who'd walk that??!?
As we got near the bottom we were met by a gentlemen who was
quite obviously climbing up to talk to us. Apparently an elderly gentleman at
the bottom of the rock path where the board walk starts had got into trouble
and was “not in a good way”. He suggested that we hang up there on the mountain
as to not expose the young ones to anything. I appreciated his concerns, but I
also had no intention of trying to keep our excitable three up on the mountain
whilst we waited for emergency services to arrive from quite some way away.
So we pushed on and decided to make a call at the bottom of
the hill where it was far safer. It was there that we learnt that the situation
had developed to “passed away”. We were assured by others nearby that it wasn’t
messy or dramatic and that a few blankets had been strategically placed.
So B and I sat the kids on a rock and had a quiet word with
the kids as to what had happened. We often find that the truth in this
instances is much better and in most instances the kids understand the
situation.
We walked past respectfully and got back to the carpark
where we were met by the ambo’s and soon after the police. As we drove to Hellfire
Beach for lunch to banish any further demons from the night before last we had
a little chat about what had just happened. For all intents and purposes they
seemed OK with it.
But it was a stark reminder that to stay within your means,
respect the environment and to not take anything for granted.
How is a place so beautiful named "Hellfire Beach"???
After a nice lunch we trundled back to camp where we found
Joe and Teresa (remember them from Port Lincoln) had set up camp opposite from
us. We’d been keeping them in the loop of our movements whilst we could and
suggested that they head to LB early if they were keen to find a spot.
The rest of the day consisted of a walk down on to the main
beach for a bit of a fish and play in the sand before the evening routine. From
there B and I headed over to Joe and Teresa’s van once the kids were settled
for what become our nightly night-cap routine for the rest of our stay.
On this occasion as well, we even had a game of Rummykub.
Just a quick shot I managed to take whilst James and Evie were playing with lego in the sun. They had until the sun had 'set' over their board. Quite the unique measurement of time I thought...
Awesome. Just awesome.
ReplyDeleteDave
A very sobering and somewhat inspiring moment Matt, if your time is come then rather it be doing what you enjoy than cooped up in your loungeroom, I hope you all cherise what you are doing and those memories last a lifetime.
ReplyDeleteCheers Glen. JS4910
Thanks mate. Yep, after coming down from such a beautiful spot, to have the harsh reality of our own mortality put in your face was interesting. He as travelling alone too, with the police out later to the campground to locate his valuables. Certainly a moment I wasn't expecting when we rolled out 5 weeks ago.
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