Mountains, man. They’re pretty sweet.
No, in all honesty, I do love the mountains. There’s a calmness that comes with living near them. These few photos (more to come), were taken in a recent trip up and past the Blue Mountains. You can see them in the distance.
This dirt road leads to the guest house where my extended family and I stayed for a long weekend. Our first trip down this dirt road was nearly at midnight. We’d been warned to keep our pace slow and caution–wildlife, kangaroos, cows, hares and more had been seen traversing throughout the evening. While the concept thrilled me, my other half just laughed at my excitement. The drive was anti-climactic however. NOT A DAMN THING. And I love kangaroos. You can imagine my disappointment. Upon arrival, I (sort of jokingly) tell the group that I swear there must only be a dozen or so roos in the entire freaking country and I bet some bloke in a van just drives them around, dropping them off here and there, then picking them up again. For some reason, they found this (and me) hysterical. We ended up seeing plenty of critters the next day… Not more than 12 though.
It was a beautiful trip. And wine filled. Not much beats family, friends, vineyards and birthday parties!