a mini otway adventure
A great ocean walk was a welcome escape from the city.
Despite a few autumn rain showers the air didn’t have that inland chill. Although our housemate, Jess, may not have agreed. Shod in inappropriate footwear, she was lead first into a bog, masquerading as a delightful field of bobbing rushes and then through a tidal creek. She was not as lucky as me to get a piggyback across. Slow to mastered the art of outrage tempered with well timed puppy dog eyes, she made it across in time for a gentle outpouring of wintry rain. A chance for Dylan, ever the adventurer, to try out his new lightweight camping umbrella (apparently all the cool hikers have one).
In the end we were driven to shelter for a sojourn of hot tea on a camping stove and a chance for Jess to dry her hems. Did I mention that she is suffering from bursitis in her foot? The walking pole became her new best friend, and her spirits seemed to soar with ever tribulation that befell her. I think that the white chocolate berry macadamia delight she had smuggled in Dylan’s backpack as well as the stunning location didn’t hurt either.
Some rock scrambling ensued between high tide wave sets that led us to towering dunes. Slower to scramble up the crumbling mounds Jess and I found ourselves alone at the top, Dylan had vanished. We screamed and whislted into the wind as dusk settled around us. Resigned to our fate of night in the scrub he reappeared from the besach below us having completed the loop and returned to congratulate himself. Luckily he brought a rainbow with him or he would have been in real big trouble.