As seen by the above photos,we eventually made it to the top of the rock pile, to the view that was so sweet to drink in. Awesome, really.
I have been to a lot of places, and have been lucky enough to see a fair few wonderful things. This view took my breathe away, and made me so thrilled to be Australian.I should be completely truthful and admit there were tears.Tears of joy and elation, and pride and wonder, humbleness and overwhelmed by the vastness and brutal beauty.After an all too brief interlude, we then had to walk down and on, to the end of the hike...
Our reward was a large, cool billabong, filled with tadpoles which the kids caught, all slippery and gelatinous in their hands.
Our reward was watching them get their kit off and splash around...until other hikers came past (mad giggling and laughter from the adults on the sidelines), and watching them chuckling themselves, and trying to hide their now goose-pimpled bodies in the freezing, tannin stained water.
Our reward was just sitting in the cool,under the branches of a tree, looking around and just "being in the moment" as they say. Imagining Burke and Wills and the rest of the expedition party, gathering their supplies here. Imagining indigenous Aboriginal families, doing just what we were doing, listening to the birds, the quiet rustling of grasses, watching the huge blue, blue, blue sky above us.
A bit later on, we collected our things, and headed back to camp.And inevitably the euphoria wore off,the kids started complaining about the flies, being hungry, thirsty, sore feet, heat and tiredness. Sore muscles, a little sunburn, weariness and the cries of anguish and threats of calling DOCS for child abuse
("I cannot believe you made us walk all that way and still will not let us play on your phone!")
soon quelled by the roaring campfire, camp food, chocolates, and a lot of praise for how amazing the day had been.