TRAVEL TALES
Finding Golden Treasure on the Old Miner’s Track
And hiking along the halfway mark between the Equator and the South Pole
Dramatic-looking clouds are zooming through the sky while gale-force winds are blowing across the golden terraces of Cromwell. The poppies are bent over backwards trying to survive the storm.
Driving every day past this hill shining in golden blooming flowers on my way to work I tell myself to come up here before the flowering season is over.
On the rare occasion of having a Sunday off (due to the wind of course), I hesitated for long unsure if I’d enjoy being up there in such conditions but decided I’d rather be out on the hill in miserable weather than inside my home on a sunny day.
Parking the car by the lake, I followed the river up the creek in search of a bridge but ended up crossing the water over a fallen log. Isn’t that enough of a bridge?
Bringing back those joys of childhood memories when balancing on anything. Such experiences should be relived by anyone capable of doing so. What’s the worst that could happen? I’d slip, get wet and head back to the car.
But focusing instead on my steps and holding onto the branches I could grab rather than thinking and…
