Wilsons Promontory National Park blew me away. Not literally, thankfully, because it would have been a long way down from where we were precariously perched for the above photo. I had no idea that it would be this beautiful. I feel as though the bit which connects my eyes to my brain has undergone colour recalibration, especially in the blue/green spectrum.
A new appreciation for colour was not the only thing I found at Wilsons Prom, I also rediscovered determination in myself and saw a wombat!
Determination has been dormant in me for a while now. Much like you can’t spot a wombat at the height of the day, my determination had taken a nap through the last few years of my life. Sure, I’d maintained a healthy sense of stubbornness, and commitment. And, they do look like determination in some lights. But, to me, the difference was the self-propelling positive energy that comes from true determination. I don’t think I’ve had that energy since I finished uni. I use to have it in spades. It propelled me over a lot of years of formal learning. It allowed me to reach my life goals. Then, sitting pretty, living my dream life, in my mid-20s, determination yawned, rolled over and went to bed.
Well, the alarm went off. Half way to the top of Mount Oberon.
I don’t know if I should be ashamed to admit this part, but it happened because I wanted to, and was able to, overtake a plague of school children who were also hiking up Mount Oberon. When we first started hiking, there wasn’t anyone else on the trail. Then, suddenly, about half way up, we caught up to a large school group. I recognised the last girl in the hiking group. She was me. When I was in Primary School. I laughed. Not at her, at myself. I use to hate school camp hiking. I’d be hating every moment of it. And now, I do this for fun?!
So we overtook her, and a horde of other kids and then the penny dropped. I recognised this feeling. This was the feeling that got me through school, when I hated it, and uni when I thought it was going to be my undoing. This was the feeling of wanting the top so bad, that I could find the energy to just do it, regardless of how painful ‘it’ was. That energy is addictive.
I think part of the reason we decided to quit our jobs and move into a caravan was because I needed to press re-start on life. I was bored and wasn’t working towards anything much in particular. After spending the better part of life working towards my dream, living the dream was dull. Not that my dream had been dull. It was a wonderful life. But, stagnant waters breed bacteria. Now, I can see that my purpose for this sabbatical is to find things in life to continue working towards.
The Mount Oberon summit is over 550m high. The hike is nearly 7kms return and it took us over 2 hours to do. It’s very steep. I admit that my legs are twice as long as those kids’ legs. But my fitness level is not high. So let’s call it even. I may call them a plague, because there were so many of them. But they were really well-behaved and lovely. I felt sorry for them. It was huge task for a school camp hike. Those who made it to the top, and I don’t think they all did, looked just how I felt, exhilarated.
Our camp was just opposite ramp 5 to Norman Beach – which was spectacular, as you can see:
This beach was so calm and shallow for such a long way out. It reminded me a little of Champagne Beach in Vanuatu, but this was much larger and shallower. Unfortunately, we saw our first seal here. It was beached and stank. That was a bit of a downer. But still, the beach was lovely. I even went swimming. Which, if you read my earlier post, you’ll know, is a big step forward in my beach interactions.
After Wilsons Prom, we went on to Melbourne and had a lovely dinner catching up with some family. One of my cousins’ beautiful children, who was too young to remember having met me before, says, “So… if her name is Heike, does that mean she hikes a lot?”. Well, it never use to meant that, but yes, I guess now it does. The above are pictures of us doing the Lilly Pilly Gully hike. If you didn’t know, my name, Heike, is pronounced Hi-ker.
We were pretty happy with our camp spot, right in front of the beach, and with this great view of Mount Oberon.
Now, as promised, here are the photos of the Wombat!!!!!!!!! We’ll call him Wilson. Wilson came for dinner one night. He ate grass. We watched on in glee.
Last, but not least, I will leave you with these pictures of Squeaky Beach. It was serene.
Other interesting articles on Wilsons Prom:
- Will you go to The Prom with me? (stephmidori.wordpress.com)
- Day 14: Braving the Wilds at Wilsons Promontory (journeyingjeff.com)
- Wilsons promontory, even in the rain I adored it! (lancelotoutandabout.wordpress.com)
- 4 – 11th December 2013, Dandenong, Melbourne, Mornington Peninsula, Phillip Island, Wilsons Prom (franandlee.wordpress.com)
- 28th-30th November 2013 – Wilsons Promontory (backusadventures.wordpress.com)
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