There's something about wandering along a bush track, the lushness of fresh air and the tranquil birdsong that makes you feel renewed. I guess it could be a physical meditation of sorts. Something to remove the static of everyday noise and help you calm and centre yourself. Not knowing where the path leads, no timeframes, not a worry in the world. Heaven!
As we ventured off, we could hear the subtle flow of the stream beside us. Knowing that this would lead to a waterfall or waterfalls of some sort gave an excited anticipation to hurry along and find the treasure. Although it was raining, we were protected by the canopy above. Small breaks in the bushland didn't impede the journey. It was like the rain parted so we could make our way as dry as possible. Divine intervention?
Our first stop was a smallish fall that then flowed along smooth sandstone bushrock. Reminded me of the natural rock slides at Cascade Falls in Port Vila, Vanuatu. Surrounded by maidan hair ferns and lush greenness, it's a slice of mother natures perfection. There was a small cave where you could climb up behind the falls. I couldn't resist the opportunity, so dragged myself and my gear along in a crablike motion. Was well worth the leg cramps.
The next waterfall was a lot higher. The path walked you into the cave and behind the falls, then the it swept around to some sandstone stairs and branched off to a small path to view the water from the front. Breathtakingly beautiful!
A lovely way to spend some quality time with my husband whilst playing around with waterfall photography. Not sure who enjoyed it most. Can't wait to see what the next mini-adventure is.