One of the thrills of Wentworth Falls is walking along the ledge tracks.
Past the waterfall is the start of ledge track. Here, you are up against the cliff face, navigating the natural ledges, with a 100 metre drop only a few feet away.
It’s actually not as dangerous as it sounds, but I wouldn’t recommend the track to anyone suffering from vertigo!
From the lookout, I walked down lots of steps, to the top of the falls. Here, you can cross via a set of stepping stones. Recent renovations have added a safety barrier – a good idea since the drop is quite substantial!
Nothing is more beautiful than the Blue Mountains on a clear day. That’s what we got on Saturday, although the wind did threaten to blow us off the cliff tops at times!
We avoided the traffic jam of Katoomba by heading straight to Wentworth Falls. Apart from less people, it also has some of the most spectacular scenery anywhere in the mountains. Here, the cliff rises 200 metres from the valley floor, creating some spectacular waterfalls.
Can’t help but post one more shot of autumn colour! Love the fallen leaf, probably because there isn’t an oak/maple tree in my street, and hardly even in my suburb.
I have to follow it by one more gratuitous shot of some glorious Pink Lady apples. Can’t believe how many apples I’ve eaten this week… Is there such a thing as an apple overdose?
For the past few years I’ve been lucky enough to work on the 28th floor on the western edge of the city. That means an unobstructed view west, all the way to the Blue Mountains on a clear day.
On the weekend I saw the view in reverse from the Blue Mountains foothills at Bellbird Hill, high above the Richmond plains. Whereas from the city only the suburbs are visible, from Bellbird Hill the view is surprisingly rural.
Walked around the corner… and ran into a bee hive! These bees were so hard-working that they were working on a public holiday! No rest for the wicked…
A couple of weeks ago I talked to a friend of mine who went apple-picking in the Blue Mountains. Having never picked an apple off a tree before, I wanted to give it a try, and fortunately got the opportunity on the weekend.
We headed up to the little village of Bilpin and Pine Crest Orchard nice and early with our trusty Coles bags. There were a few Granny Smiths and Golden Delicious, but the prize picks were the Pink Lady apples. There were rows and rows of trees, all laden with big, bright red fruit.
We were beside ourselves. I immediately ‘sampled’ three apples on-site – they were crispier than a, er, crisp – and then picked enough to last at least the rest of the month. Add to that a cool, sunny day, and I was in heaven. Now, I’m busy compiling a list of apple recipes. I’ve already made a simple apple tart with my Pink Ladies, and it was wonderful. Any other suggestions?
“What did you do on the weekend?” asked a colleague this morning.
“Well, I went bushwalking on Saturday…”
Yes, I knew it was going to be wet, but for some reason I’m a sucker for walking in the rain. After all, I did a whole week of it in Tassie and after that experience I thought I could handle a few hours in wet shoes.
Saturday morning, I was up bright and early to meet up with members of the Bankstown Bushwalking Club, a nice bunch of folks they are, to tackle the clifftops of the Grose Valley, deep in the Blue Mountains. No blue haze on that day, but there was plenty of mist.
The weather actually wasn’t that bad – I had more trouble with the miles and miles of stairs (well, it is the Blue Mountains after all). 3 hours later I was thoroughly soaked, but surprisingly contented, because despite the inclement weather, the valley was still beautiful.
The end of the Easter weekend at Leura Cascades. The end of my photography drought?