Hi, folks. Some cool news: yesterday my recent post about Korean kitty-kats was featured on WordPress’s Freshly Pressed page, where posts from a handful of W.P. blogs are hand-chosen each week by the editors for a bit of extra exposure.
It’s really gratifying knowing that my words and pictures were deemed Pressed-worthy. This is the third time a post of mine has been selected in the three years or so I’ve been grinding out T.G.T.W. — roughly one feature every hundred posts! Each time it’s reinvigorating — with the walking, the picture-making, the uploading, layout fine-tuning and editing, one post can sometimes take 6-8 hours, and inevitably you find yourself asking if it’s all worth it.
Guess it’s worth it!
Best of all, it introduces the blog to a vast and diverse group of new reader-bloggers. It’s a real blast watching the wave of commenters and followers rolling in! So, welcome, new readers!
Now, it’s back to the jungle with its strangler figs, vines, waterfalls, whip birds and pesky rainforest haiku poets, and the final part of my Lamington National Park celebration…
(Haiku, again, by Chris Lynch.)
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I wish dawn also knew a good masseuse. Just as on the previous morning, I woke early with back trouble — an old injury that’s often exacerbated by a night on hard ground (and minimal sleeping gear!).
But despite having aged 30 years in the night, I hobbled to the nearest viewpoint, pausing once or twice to stretch backwards over a convenient log or boulder — more relaxing than it sounds.
The Echo Point lookout, a few minutes from camp, was outstanding, a rocky outcrop perched on the edge of a deep drop-off, home to a little group of ancient grass trees. The view stretched over verdant valleys to the gnarled and ancient caldera of Mt Warning, which in its volcanic youth had shaped this entire landscape — and over to the south-east where I expected a glimpse of the sunrise, the first spot in the entire country to be touched each morning by the sun’s rays.
It all worked out as planned:
7. At the falls
Something about negative ions
“Negative ions are odourless, tasteless, and invisible molecules that we inhale in abundance in certain environments. Think mountains, waterfalls, and beaches. Once they reach our bloodstream, negative ions are believed to produce biochemical reactions that increase levels of the mood chemical serotonin, helping to alleviate depression, relieve stress, and boost our daytime energy” ~ Web MD.
Breakfast next to a delightful waterfall: ions were flying around like a cloud of love-crazed mountain midges. I believe I may have smiled, perhaps twice. My back, comfortably girdled by my pack’s hip-belt, was soon jiggled back into working order by the walk.
8. Black face
Rivulets furiously sketch
I thought Chris really captured the enthralling play of water down a gorge face here.
9. Treetop walk
Remembering that girl
I never kissed.
I really didn’t want to ask, but it is odd what you find yourself dwelling on when you have nothing to do but walk, think, and try not to think…
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote