It’s a concept that is fully grasped as it is happening. Hiking down, coming down, or even, “Be right down!”, are all states of doing that often take longer and are potentially harder than their variable counterparts of ‘UP’. This part of the trek was technically on our way down from the mountains. However, as we descended, another difficult stage began to emerge…we could see the path straight ahead, knew we were edging closer to the end, yet the distances we could see were tricky to judge. It took me over 2 hours to catch up to the 3 hikers ahead. Distances may seem straight, but the path never is.
A new experience to say the least. 3 out of the past 4 days or so Pines has had no electricity. So what do you do? Get out your flashlight, phone or otherwise, and just go with it. All the great cereals are lit up so no worries there. Luckily it has been relatively cold here so most items are kept cold by default. Oh and it snowed this morning! But that doesn’t seem to be the reason for the blackout. I’ll check again tomorrow. It’s kind of fun and kind of creepy shopping in the dark!
I’m incredibly fortunate to have met many amazing people in the world. Many of whom had the predilection or I suppose inclination to take me under their wing, as surrogate moms and dads. While traveling in Mongolia this amazing couple took me in, fed me, and made a prediction…that in the spring of 2016 I would once again visit them. There’s more but that’s all I’ll say for now. I hope they are well and I look forward to 2016!
A few things to remember from December 24th, 2014:
It’s Christmas Eve; stay left; The sky is so blue; stay left; Art House; stay left; Penguins Parade; stay left; This is beautiful!; stay left
From Melbourne to Phillip Island on Christmas Eve Day. Easy drive to the Island, first stop Pyramid Rock (just to the left of this photo…) The thing I kept having to tell myself was to, STAY LEFT! A small detail when driving on the opposite side of the road. I arrived to the Art House where I was staying, to a table full of people and a glass of champagne. This day was turning out to be excellent. I spent the afternoon with a fantastic family filled with wit, intrigue and just the right amount of self-deprecating humor.
As evening got closer it was decided I should go to the Penguin Parade. So I left the festivities behind in search of little fairy penguins coming in from the sea. I have to admit I was expecting a sort of Bracken Cave bat experience-millions of bats exiting a cave en masse. Not so much the case with the penguins.
I made it to the penguin park just in time to join a tour. Turns out you didn’t need a tour but I was so frantic I was going to miss the little happy feets I failed to read the fine print. It also turned out there was no photography allowed, at all. So already a bit disappointed, I followed the tour guide. As the tour went on it got colder and colder, and we finally made it to the beach where we would see this grand parade happen! I sat there on the sand, legs falling asleep, getting colder and more impatient by the second. I was bordering on semi-bitter when I saw a group of the cutest little penguins pass not too far from me, looked up at the beautiful sliver of the moon, remembered it was Christmas Eve and just how lucky I was to be there.