Thoughts on Location No 11
Katoomba, Blue Mountains, New South Wales
Being the last week of school holidays, and coupled with the Australia Day long weekend, the option of staying in a caravan park on the coast was simply not possible. Certainly those parks I called had no vacancies and, in hindsight, I’m so glad this was the case because it lead us to Katoomba.
Being the largest town in the City of Blue Mountains, it is also the gateway to The Three Sisters, the most famous landmark of the Blue Mountains and, as I’ve already said many times, something I’ve always wanted to see with my own eyes.
I have no idea what distance we walked through the bush and the rainforests and touring at Jenolan Caves, but I’ll hazard a guess and say we walked approx. 50 kilometres (30+ miles). A substantial feat considering the exhilarating heights and depths to which the walkways and pathways took us and the many spectacular places we photographed as we went.
I took many, many photos of The Three Sisters.
As well as lots of images of flowers.
And many of Dean walking down lots of steps.
Dean managed many wonderful photos also.
This beautiful Crimson Rosella.
And finally, Dean took this beautiful image.
I wish I could share more photos with you but our internet access is limited and I think I’ve already stretched the friendship with my internet provider.
We stayed at the Katoomba Falls Tourist Park and found the park to be very quiet. The park is only small and a little old, but very clean and that’s the main thing. Surprisingly, the park was not full across the weekend and at times we felt as if we were the only people staying there. Situated across the road from the Katoomba Fall Kiosk, we found ourselves in a prime position for entering the many walking tracks available to explore and as much as we did see, there was so much more we didn’t have time to see.
We thoroughly recommend Katoomba as a must visit location. If you’re in the area, don’t drive past – stop and breathe and enjoy a little of the natural beauty on display.
One Final Thought
I can easily see why people love loving in the mountains, wherever those mountains are in which they choose to live, despite the yearly threat of devastating bush fires.
In the Blue Mountains, the trees are old and large and beyond spectacular (if there is such a thing) and almost every garden has Agapanthus growing everywhere. One of my favourite flowers, and they were even growing wild.
I was a little sad to be leaving the mountains this morning even though, following three days of rain, I had to get the suitcase out from under the bed and clamber into some winter woolies to warm up.
(Yep – that’s 11°C degrees (51.8°F) in the middle of summer!)