Mountain Range, 50km west of Sydney
Sydney Tours: Sydney was a dream destination for us. It is a destination our youngest son dreamed of since he wrote a report on Aus as a second grader and learned how to play a didgeridoo.
We booked a private tour of the Blue Mountains in a luxury Jeep, complete with a roadside tea and biscuit stop amongst the kangaroos and wallabies.
The majestic, breathtaking views on a trail cascaded by a waterfall that filled the air with its melody as it framed the blue eucalyptus ‘gum’ trees upon the mountains took our breath. “Katoomba! - means shiny falling waters.” The aborigine named it well.
We bushwalked a trail over to Echo point to view the sandstone formation of the famous Three Sisters - Meehni, Wimlah, and Gunnedoo. The myth around why they were turned to stone makes Jamieson valley even more mystic.
Unlike most guides, ours let us discover magic experiences versus staging the scenes that we would happen upon. There was an element of surprise when we found ancient aboriginal drawings carved into rocks. The guide poured water over the stones bringing the carvings to life. Our footprints were left where ancient aborigines walked. It felt surreal.
We stopped for local food at a winery and were treated to a taste fair of the pungent but favored dark, pasty, salty brewers’ yeast spread of Vegemite on our bread with a main course of meats and prawns prepared on a barbie served after rocket salads. We learned to love arugula in Aus and ostrich jerky.
We returned to Sydney in time for sunset cocktails. It wasn’t until months later that I learned we had missed out on spectacular views of dark skies and constellations through Australia’s largest astro-tourism telescopes. Who knew that New South Wales harbored such a magnificent secret. I want a do-over to Warrumbungle National Park.
Alec Hill - jokering. He was standing on the other side of the rock making drama