Bitten by the boredom bug.

For me, long weekend means cram as much as possible in. I just can't sit around. I'm planning to hit a muso's BBQ this evening which means a shitload of alcohol will be consumed. Then I plan to ignore the hangover and head off somewhere for fishing Sunday/Monday.

Yesterday, after starting the day of almost certainly still drunk, we piled into the trusty Vic wagon and off to a National Park for a hike.

Cathedral Rocks has a three hour return walk with 'a 400m scramble track to the summit'. What a crock. If that track was only four hundred metres I'll give up sex forever.



We started out walking through scrub with lots of Banksia. They were in bloom, which was pretty cool - these yellow comb-like thiongs everywhere. There'd been a fire through some time ago and it was interesting to see the way the dead banksias were falling apart. The trunks were still there, but there was a litter all around them as the pieces were slowly falling off.

I like approach these hikes as a fitness thing, but not take it to any extremes. Primarily the walks are there to see and experience, so I don't want to miss anything important by going too fast. But it isn't just an opportunity for a slow stroll. Until you factor in your walking buddies for the day: an asthmatic who has a fear of heights and an overweight Gayman. On the ascent we were stopping every five minutes for a ten minute rest. But they both got there and loved it when they did - so that's something.







At the very top there is a natural seat, like a throne in the rock. You can perch yourself in it and contemplate the amazing full circle veiw that nature has laid out for you, and appreciate the effort and achievement of getting there.