So we had all intentions of leaving saturday lunch time, but by the time we had finally packed everything {or so we thought} we ended up taking off that afternoon as the sun was going down. It was about a 30 minute drive down a dusty old road and many pot holes later we pulled up to an empty car park. It was dark and being winter it was very fresh.
We realised we forgot the chairs but luckily for us there where picnic tables. So we set up for dinner and seeing I also forgot the butter {oops} we ended up having to cook sausages, served on bread. Even though it was cold it was nice just sitting the two of us, with no distractions. After a bit of chitter, chatter we set up our nest and piled into bed. It was very snug but surprisingly warm bed. And after one scary car visiting, lots of wind and a very funny dawn toilet run it was morning.
We woke up around 8am but the cold outside convinced us to snooze a little longer and next thing we knew it was 10am. So around this time many cars had pulled into the parking lot, ready for the climb. We cooked a yummy feed of bacon and egg sandwiches and then off we set on our walk up the mountain.
Now I'm not the fittest person in the world and Evan has his injury from a motorbike accident, but we did it, with lots of huffing and puffing. The walk was ruff. Lots of big timber sleepers to step up, a bit of mud, followed by a wonderful flat bit in the middle to catch our breath. Getting towards the top was hard, the sleeper steps got bigger and when we reached the peak we had to battle the ladders, but once we got to the top - WOW! What a view!
It was so nice to sit on the top, overlooking the coastline and enjoying very delicious pink lady apples. The only problem was we had to go back down. lol I thought it would be easy but it was just as hard on the legs. It was a wonderful weekend away and I'm really looking forward to relaxing with my fiancé in our van on the next trip.
The target in sight...
Half way up...
At the top!