Things you promised yourself you’d accomplish by the end of the year. Travel in 2014 that is all about Islands, chasing waterfalls, crossing bridges and eating fish and chips. Having dealt with the Islands challenge, perhaps it’s time to give some thought to the remaining three categories. If I don’t get space here we’ll just blow it out to marc 4 etc.
At the beginning of this blog and year I quoted the TLC lyrics
Don’t go chasing waterfalls. Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to.
And 2014 has certainly been a shift away from the familiar as implied by the references to ‘rivers and lakes’. But what, from the 25 entries I kept notes about, have been the waterfall highlights. For sheer violence and volume it would have to be Huka Falls.
For discovery and secret nature would have to be the ones we stumbled upon hidden around the edges of Lake Rotorua. Knowing that you were near the waterfall as soon as you parked the car, and opened the doors, so scared was the air with the mists and rumbles of falling water. Those crazies descending the multiple rapids and falls on flimsy rafts, makes your heart rate go up. Or the experience of watching the family that ascended the falls in Whakatane, using pools and flows over rocks as nature’s waterslide.
Have to admit that the land of the long white cloud had many more waterfalls to chase, but once in FNQ there was competition. Stand out was Josephine Falls south of Cairns. While the spooky nature of the nearby The Boulders with its aboriginal myth of the spirit which still traps the unwary travelers. But Josephine falls was a more spectacular water play. The Tully River Gorge with multiple falls and rapids was exciting as we were able to follow kayaks making for a bird of paradise color spot in the grey, drizzled day.
South of the border was not devoid of impressive waterfalls, high in the memory was Eriskine falls, with steep fern lined steps to decline, trails marked warning of potential danger, declaring ‘experienced bush walkers past this point.” To reach these tumbling waters we retraced steps back into the teeming Otway National Park. We did not have to get the car dirty by deviating onto unsealed roadways as we chased our waterfalls.
This ‘no gravel roads’ law was the reason for not chasing after some of the most exciting, noteworthy waterfalls. To damage our home, our baggage, our whole transport method on gravel would have been really “inconvenient”. The tallest or most isolated would never make the list because we had to traverse something other than pristine roadways. We did not ‘chase’ beyond tar/sealed/macadam surfaces. Even if we’d been told – ‘it wasn’t far’, or ‘it’s a good gravel road’ even ‘over the bridge and only a few 100 meters’. I would have, but Rod would not negotiate on that point.
Yes, it’s been a great year of chasing waterfalls. But meeting this writing challenge has meant I am ahead of individual entries regarding catching those individual waterfalls we have chased.
A big conclusion from this challenge is the benefits of viewing a waterfall from below the drop far outweigh the work ascending back to the car-park.