William Jolly Bridge, Brisbane, Queensland, Aus.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019


Continued from previous posts:

After twisting my ankle on a hike the previous day, I lay with it elevated and iced for the rest of the day except for hobbling up two flights of stairs to the dining room for dinner and socialising with the family. The next day Sonya and their family went out on the lake in their boat, which they had towed from Melbourne. Carol and David offered to take us sight seeing in the car since I couldn't walk very well.
First stop was Crackenback Ski resort. It was like a big park with a lake and buildings scattered around the lake like a village. In summer it is full of guests who like hiking and mountain bike riding. There was a new little family of ducks on the lake.

 Then we drove onto Thredbo, one of the oldest and biggest Ski Resorts in NSW. As we were driving I could see pockets of snow still dotted on the mountain tops. The temperature was 30° C/86°F.

It was New Year's Day and we were lucky to find a coffee shop open in Thredbo Village. The last time I was here it was covered in snow.

The gap in the trees is where the chair lift takes you to the top, from there you walk 6k to the top of Mt Kosciuszko or in winter ski down the many runs that are available. But no hiking for me anymore on this trip.

 We drove around the range to Perisher Valley and Charlotte's Pass. We were lucky to get a park close to the lookout at Charlotte's Pass so that I could hobble 30 metres to take some photos with my phone. Here we could see Mt Kosciusko, the biggest hump in the distance. It is our highest mountain at 2,228mm/7,310ft. As you can see we don't have towering alps in our country, which is the oldest geological country on earth. Our alps have been worn down from millions of years of weathering. However, in winter the area covered in snow is greater than the size of Switzerland.

 Carol looking after her hobbling mum.

 Charlottes Pass Ski Resort the lifts are behind me.

 Looking back from where we came

 David soaking up the beautiful scenery on the way back to Jindabyne.

Unfortunately in this beautiful National Park the Ribbon Gum trees are dying in their thousands. The National University researches believe it is due to a weevil infestation and the climate becoming hotter and drier.
It is sad to see.

The next day the family walked to the summit of Kosciuszko while I nursed my painful, swollen multicoloured, foot. Continued on next post:

Tuesday, January 15, 2019


Continued from last post.

So we reached Rainbow Lake in the Perisher Valley after a short 2k walk. David and Carol had done it before and said this is where we turn around and go back but Bernie said, " But there is a little path going around the lake." So we all agreed to walk around the lake.

 So we followed the little overgrown track through the grass. It was fairly easy but sloshy with a few streams to jump over.

 We reached the end of the lake and it was very pretty looking back to where we came from.

We jumped over the little stream and continued around the other side of the lake hoping we would connect up to the bigger track to take us back to the car park.

As you can see the track was narrow and getting rough but Bernie, David and Sonya were finding a way through. Fox, Banjo, Carol and I came behind stopping to take photos. This was my last photo of this walk. We climbed a small rise then it dropped steeply down to a little stream. Banjo slid down on his bum. I took tiny steps and Bernie was there to hold my arm while I jumped the stream. Looked easy but I landed on a tuft of grass and my foot rolled off it and bent 90 degrees. Ouch the pain was severe. I sat down in the mud. Every one rushed to my aide. Sonya had a first aide kit with a compression bandage and she strapped it up tight. I got up and could put a little weight on it and so hobbled along the path hanging on to Carol's back pack strap so she could pull me up the hills. They found me a stick and on we went. We finally reached the main path and then it was a 2k hobble back to the car. I thought I had sprained my ankle. It hurt a lot to walk.

I was pleased to be back at the house and elevate it and ice it. It was hard negotiating the stairs up to the living area. (see the house on last post)

The view out of the window was pleasant and I had a good book to read but sadly I knew that I would not be achieving my ambition of walking to the summit of Mt Kosciusko in the next few days. However, we went sight seeing the next day. To be Continued.......

Monday, January 14, 2019


Our daughter Sonya found a holiday house on the lake at Jindabyne for our whole family to stay for a week over New Year. Jindabyne is a mountain village in the Snowy Mountains. Lake Jindabyne is one of 16 dams built for the Snowy Mountain Scheme in the 50's to 70's.
 Photo from the net. three bedrooms downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs and huge living area in the middle.
The view from the deck of the living area.

 It didn't take long for the boys to be swimming in the lake. Even though it snows in winter it was 33°C/91°F while we were there.
 I enjoyed a paddle in a kayak which belonged to the holiday house. Son in law, Bernie, kept a watch out for me .

 The next day we were to walk to the summit of Mt Kosciuszko, the highest mountain in Australia, but Carol and David checked the weather and there were high winds expected on the mountain. They have walked it before and said it is difficult and unpleasant when it is very windy. So we postponed the walk for another day.

 Instead Carol said we know of a more sheltered shorter walk in Perisher Valley to Rainbow Lake. So off we went.

 It was a pretty walk with little streams and wild flowers.

 and artistic trees 

After nearly 2k we were there. Sonya, Bernie, Banjo and Fox. David and Carol were up ahead.

"There's the lake Grandma!" calls Banjo.
To be continued...little did I know what would happen on the way around the lake.

Saturday, January 12, 2019


Finally after a Christmas break and a trip away I am back at the computer and have mustered up some enthusiasm to blog again.
After enjoying a round of Christmas parties with various clubs and in the village, our daughter and SIL from Sydney came to stay for Christmas. Then we all flew to Sydney for a night at their apartment. The next day we all drove to Canberra and stayed in a nice hotel before continuing our drive to Jindabyne in the Snowy Mountains. Here we met up with our other daughter, SIL and two grandsons where we all stayed in a nice holiday house on the edge of Lake Jindabyne. We spent the days hiking and kayaking until I broke my ankle. My ambition of walking to the summit of Mt Kosciusko (the highest mountain in Australia) had been dashed. I was so disappointed. However, I managed a few photos with my phone.
The view of the Pacific Ocean from Carol and David's apartment in Vaucluse, Sydney. I took a short walk along the path called the Federation Cliff Walk, which winds its way around the clifftops from Watson's Bay to Bondi.

The next day we were off to Canberra, the capital of Australia.
Carol and David are into jogging so they got up early to beat the 35°C/95°F heat and jogged part way around Lake Burley Griffin, named after the designer of the city.
The National Carillon is a 50 metre tall tower, located on Aspen Island on Lake Burley Griffin. Inside the tower are 55 bells, which can be heard chiming around the lake every fifteen minutes. Each bell weighs between seven kilograms and six tonnes, each one creating their own unique sound that can be played by a professional Carillonist.
In the distance on the right is the giant flag pole on top of Parliament House.

(To be continued)