I mean, lookout!
Sax is going crazy. He misses Macy. There’s no one to play with. I can only throw the ball for so many hours in a day. So this morning, with Sax growling in his strange Jonathan Ross impersonation, I knew we had to get out of the house.
Suited up (in daypack and sneakers and my wild hair to act as a hat), we set our sights on the town lookout. Being in a valley, the lookout is a good steep rise from the valley floor. We trotted along at a brisk pace, both eager to be on the move. Before long, a backwards glance was greeted with this:
Picture of the Day 34: Tooooooooomooooooooooooot
A bit further on, we rounded the road to the lookout. Unfortunately the hills are quite dry and yellow at the moment, made a sort of beige by the light smoke haze, and power lines are ubiquitous. Still, the view extends a long way, and even at midday is quite pretty.
But you know, compared to recent hikes, it just lacked that element of satisfaction. I barely broke a sweat. We continued to the very top of the lookout, then cut down to Elphick Street and took a different path home. I had a good giggle from this sign on Elphick Street:
Caution! Sideways parachutes! There were a few nice, yet obscured views over the southern hills from the top of Howick Street. This house on the hillside took the best advantage of them, with a quite modern, clever design:
And Sax’s constant diving for shade on the way home led to a very pretty picture amongst the silk tree blossoms…
All told, we took about ninety minutes. I guess it was a good hike. I think Sax and I are just really keen to get out on the trails and into the canyons. We’re very limited at the moment by the fires, which keep us out of the high country and bush, and the heat, which keeps us out of the canyons. Sigh. Not to fear, Ryan and I are in the midst of planning a scuba and white water rafting trip to Coff’s Harbour. Wahoo! Can’t wait!