From a Lake to a Hole in the Ground
Leaving the wreath flowers, we headed towards Perenjori. We crossed a lovely lake, but there was no where to stop to take photos. I said, no matter, since we were going to detour to this place called Camel Soak, where orchids were promised in the brochure, on the map there was marked a Monger Lake Lookout. Great.
On to the lookout.
When we got to the place marking the lookout, we could see part of the lake in the far distance, surely this isn’t the lookout we thought. It must be down a path we saw. So we closed up the car and headed down the path.
We should have realized this was no ordinary path when some of the trail was marked on termite mounds.
This strange path, with no sight of a lake so far, brought us to this lovely breakaway.
Another view of the breakaway with John in the shot.
A closer look in the breakaway reveals some birds’ nests.
Another view of the breakaway.
Where’s the path again?
As I made my way through, it was becoming clearer to John we weren’t getting close to the lake at all. In fact, we were actually moving away from it.
The markers ended, the path ended, and this was all that we saw. No spectacular view of the lake, only a hole in the ground that we can suspect was a well to water the animals of travelers. It wasn’t an easy walk and now I had to think that we were going to have to walk back and uphill this time. Perhaps another wife wouldn’t be so lighthearted about it, but when you haven’t seen your husband in months, this is just time spent together, who cares that you just spend long, arduous time to hike to a whole in the ground? 🙂
Looking at my “hiking thongs.” This is either brave to stupid behavior knowing all the deadly creatures about in Australia. If mom thinks twice about it, she will likely be telling John off. I now had to take a deep breath and know the only way out was upward and just get moving.
Atr this point as we make our way back, I think John is amused at his wife in her flip flops hiking on hard rocks from a hole in the ground. He just had to get a photo memory.
Still going upwards. (Yellow ribbons on the trees marking the path here).
Hopeful that we’re almost back.
Almost to the end. I can’t truly explain how hard it is to walk on rocks in flip flops.
At this point we met a man who was alone and headed down the path. We tried to tell him there was no closer look at the lake, only a hole in the ground, but he went anyway.
We tried.
So we learned that just because it doesn’t seem like a lookout to us, doesn’t mean it’s not a lookout.
We also learned that a path from the lookout that doesn’t seem to be a lookout isn’t always a path to anything.
And if John didn’t know it by now, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, I just love being with my husband.
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