I wont say I have conquered a fear, but I have faced it and told it off, and still no more the boss than I was a week ago.
(Lots of pics, about 15 in all, so there is a slide show near the end to have a look at. The boys thought the crows were pretty cool, and my eldest is pretty close to being taller than hubby (that 4 boys line-up will have to change order soon), there’s some funky mushrooms and a cool hole in a tree…)
We took a family day out and went to the Airwalk, (more info here). It was a bleak looking day, but we rugged up and set off regardless. Leaving probably later than expected and arrived right on lunch – we managed to score an undercover table for our picnic. Not just undercover, but in the building they have reserved for large pre-booked-fully catered-with fireplaces parties. Dry, and kind of warm.
It was a foggy day and I was hoping to get some nice pictures of fog over the water – I succeeded, mostly. I’m sure those who know how to use their cameras would have done a brilliant job. I, am happy with my results.
We walked up the track to the start of the Airwalk, through the rainforest, checking out the beautuful trees, well hubby & I did, boys went off ahead.
Once on the actual Airwalk, I wasn’t nervous at all. Probably because I had been here only a few months before and it was still fresh in my mind. I have conquered the Airwalk! kind of. Although, I am slightly amused by hubby who is now suffering a little vertigo in his old and didn’t want to look down too much, even right at the end.
Arriving at the last ‘solid’ part, we had to wait for another group and then we ventured onto the cantilevered ‘bridge’. Yes, surprise surpise, I was confortable with it. Of course if they had started to jump and wobble it, that would have been the end of me. But just walking to the end, there was none of that conrete legs, or weird dizzy feeling…. (as hubby said to me, “you get dizzy over dizziness” – gotta laugh at that one).
Photos were taken, and we headed back down to start the next leg of our journey.
The 3km walk upriver, crossing 2 swinging bridges and back to the car park. An easy walk through the forest across the river.
Did you sya swinging bridges… Yeah, that’s where I got unstuck. I don’t know what it is about swinging bridges, well maybe it’s the swinging part, that gets me freaked, but I just don’t like them.
My boys on the other hand LOVE them.
The youngest ran along it, several times, calling me a chicken, while the older two (+ hubby) swung it til it twisted. I just stood at the end, frozen, waiting for them to get off the other end.
There was no going back, I had to cross the rivers. I walked to the middle of the bridge, slowly, holding the rail, and took a few pictures then we contiued to the end.
Second bridge was the same, although my biggest fear there, was that someone would come along and start it swinging like crazy, I swear I would have had a meltdown if that had happend.
Ok, so I conquered it for now, and could probably do it again, slightly easier, but I still don’t like the motion of it and I would still have to go over on my own.
Yes, I did stand in the middle of the bridge and take a picture – there was no swinging to scare me. In the picture where you can see the fork in the river – the bridges cross each of these, just out of sight . The right one is longer, but the other one is higher. And if you look really closely, you can see a viewing platform on the point between the rivers – and from there it is an awful long way to look back at the air walk. My picture, even zoomed all the way out, was way too foggy to see much.
The picture with the two tree ‘stumps’ on the main road is the entrance to Geeveston, the historical loggin township from where all sorts of South West adventures start.
The link, I hate to say it, is not very good. I was trying to find a really cool site that shows the beauty and desolation but that one will have to.
This is definitely a place well worth the visit, even if you are not a tree-freak (haha Chris), the scenery is just beautiful!
Grin and bear it, if you can 🙂