We drove up McKenzie st and parked.
We saw the ponds where we would try for yabbies. Henry told a story of his class fishing. The other kids had commercial fishing rods and he had one us older kids had made from bamboo and a reel found at the dump.
The last part on the way up was quite steep. Getting old. Had to stop often to rest and recover.
What an absolutely beautiful walk. Blue sky. Dry air that was neither warm nor cold. Tee shirt weather. Clear views to the horizon. [My] Big landscape photos don't do justice to the view. I ponder the different colours of the mountains - is it different foliage or possibly the distance somehow causing the light colour change.
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