Tuesday's adventures

Pete’s been after me about keeping up with the blog so its Tuesday and I’m in the backseat of a Subaru writing as we head for Lawson and the Aboriginal center. We’ve just practiced singing our nat’l anthem, which has been requested for tonight…

Yesterday started with breakfast on the patio, with lorikeets and cockatoos in the backyard. Muesli with yogurt and a banana and milk, oj and coffee. Paul and I met up with the others at Café Cee in Glenbrook; a local shop donated tea towels to us all. Had a vegetarian sandwich with roasted pumpkin, yum.

Met Fiona, who went to NC last year on GSE.

Then to Lennox Bridge, where Paul had Amy Beth looking at the bridge and trying to see what was unusual about it. Finally it became clear that one edge was straight and the other curved. Paul said the road we drove up, that took us 15 minutes, used to take the horses 3 days! Amazing what blacktop can do for a journey.

From the bridge, we went to Blue Mountains Nat’l Park to the Red Hand Cave. It was a nice drive on dirt roads through the bush. I asked what the plants were that had corn-cob looking things hanging off them and was told they were banksias, named after Captain Cook’s botanist Banks. Many of the trees were completely black from bush fires that had gone through in 2000. Smooth red trees = agoraphora???

Gum nuts were miniature and cool, would have like to bring them home. Mountain devil = plant.

As I took my bag off from over my head the strap caught my earring and it dropped through the metal walkway. I had no sooner said, “Oh no, I’ve dropped an earing!’ than Pete dove underneath and rummaged through the leaves to look for it. Luckily there weren’t any snakes and he found it! Hooray!

The cave was quite small and more handprints showed up in the photos than when just looking at the stone. They’re said to be about 4,000 years old and were all sizes, children too. There was one sort of cartoon looking one with big fat fingers. Amazing to think of all the places in all the mountains, people were there and doing that. They’d outline their hands or blow the paint around it.

We finished our day with a visit to a park which gave us our first experience with kangaroos. There were three with one being a female with a Joey in her pouch. He poked his head and feet out at different times.