The last place I went in Australia was Katoomba. Katoomba is a wonderful little town, hidden in the Blue Mountains. I found out about Katoomba from my friend Chrys's mom (Chrys, who I visited in Canberra) last year. This year, it was my ultimate destination - where i wanted to spend nearly a full week. My goal was to relax, hike, and knit. It's not the iconic Australia of tourism advertising, but if you ever get a chance to go to Katoomba, do it.
I've wanted to tell you guys about this lovely place but I've always been a bit overwhelmed by it all. I literally have hundreds of pictures and so much I would say. But, rather than risk never telling you, I'm going to take Melissa's advice - a post with a lot of pictures, and not that many words.
Last time I was there, I discovered youth hostels (a wonderful, cheap way to travel). I love the staff at Katoomba YHA. It's an old hotel - popular in the early 1900's when Katoomba was the place for the Sydney set to 'relax in the country.' I met some great folks while there. It's a quieter hostel, popular with hikers. Though, I fear some young boy is serving detention in a French school somewhere after I turned him in for running through the halls wearing only a towel as a cape to the encouragement of his fellow students. Not a normal occurance, I assure you.
Like quaint towns everywhere, there is a main street and then quieter residential streets. On the main street was a lovely tea shop with a few teas to choose from and divine desserts...
a great place to knit... and eat on dark chocolate filled coconut nests (more on that knitting in another post).
And there is also the Blue Mountain Chocolate Company that makes lovely Belgium chocolates.
While I did a fair bit of eating and shopping, my daily goal was to hike.
My first hike was to Ruined Castle, a destination promising a 360 view of the canyon. A 15 km hike described as strenuous and requiring 7 hours. I didn't do it in 2009 because it was raining and they said at the hostel it wasn't worth the effort because I wouldn't get the views. This time, i was determined and went the first day when the weather was forecasted to be best.
Perhaps I should have known as I broke off from the main road...
But I had been told the mist would lift...
I love the blunt warnings of Australian trails.
And down the Golden Stairs we go...
These were probably the slippery steps the sign mentioned...
Rain running through lichen on a tree...
Left or right? Right first and then back past this sign on the way out...
This walk was ethereal at times....
There were no elves around the corner... I wasn't sure at this point...
Again, I love the signage... not "don't go here," just, "if you go here, don't be stupid."
though it was off putting to find this sign lying in the bushes beside the trail...
this was the path that led up to Ruined Castle (looking down, here). After covering 3.4 km in 30 minutes, it took 40 minutes to go 600 meters.
But Beeyore and I reached the top in the "mist." I'd call it rain, but, whatever.
I climbed to the top of Ruined Castle, ready for 360 view of the canyon...
What do you think? Stunning and worth the 3 hour walk, huh?
I found out later that behind all the mist, was this.
Beeyore and I climbed to the top... well nearly...common sense prevailed on climbing slick rocks with nobody else around.
Beeyore was very proud of our climb.
And then back down we went... one of the coolest things? I didn't see another person for the first 4 hours I was hiking... and then only 4 Germans heading up to ruined castle... proving Partner's theory once again that if you walk 1/2 mile down a trail you have it to yourself... especially if it's raining.
The last part was to cross a rock slide from the 1920's. I thought this was pretty simple when I started. I didn't quite understand why they said this part was strenuous.
here's the trail... can you tell? fortunately there were yellow poles to tell you which rocks to climb over.
there was a beautiful view of the cliffs from whence the rocks had tumbled.
but then the mist rolled back in. I bagged it a little ways after that... I took the steepest train in the world - 52 degrees - instead of hiking the 45 minutes out of the valley.
(as a brief aside, it really did take me 6.5 hours to walk 15 km... an hour longer than it had taken to finish a marathon the week before. if the views had been clear, it would have taken me 7 hours, stopping to take pictures and all. I thought, being reasonably fit, I would move faster, but it wasn't the case at all).
I still didn't get those views of the canyon, but this was probably my favorite day of the entire trip....