Back in 1958 when I was in 4th Year High School and I was 16, a group of us formed a hiking club. Early one Saturday morning we all met at Waterfall Station. We had backpacks full of food for a picnic. We set off down the trail, leading us through The Royal National Park on the outskirts of Sydney.
We climbed and climbed up a steep hill and came to a plateau. We stopped here for a rest and a drink. Some walked faster than others so we formed two groups. I was in the last group. The fast walkers were in front and the slower ones were behind but we kept in view or earshot of each other. Just as well. Suddenly, we heard the leading group scream and shout "Hurry up! Run! Run!" and we saw arms waving beckoning us to run ahead and catch up. We wondered what was happening so we didn't hesitate to run. As we passed a small clearing in the bush, we heard a man's voice call, "Hey girls look at this!" Just the sound of his voice made us run even faster but out of the corner of my eye I could see him waving his willy at us. We screamed and collapsed into the arms of our friends up front who had been surprised by the flasher and screamed and then called out to us.
We felt safe in numbers and walked on happily putting it behind us. Soon we found a nice spot to make a fire and cook some sausages for lunch.
|We stopped for refreshments.|
|We found a waterfall.|
From then on we stayed together and all ran on for the next half an hour with our hearts thumping and our lungs ready to burst. We lost our weirdo, who was busy doing something else with his pants round his ankles. When we were sure we were clear of him we stopped for a rest near a pretty waterfall. This is probably why the village is called 'Waterfall'.
|Me cooking lunch|
|We enjoyed lunch.|