Nate
We have been looking out at Mt. Ainslie, which is literally out our back door, for almost two weeks now. We have walked along its base, but this afternoon we decided it was time to summit it. We had been to the top once already, as when Peter picked us up at the airport, it was the first place he took us. It was time to return. Here we are, roughly 200 metres out our back door:
It didn't take very long for this nice flat gradient to become a little bit steeper.
We started out at about 3:00, and knew that sunset is about 5:30, so we weren't in too much of a rush, but we did realize that the kangaroos were snacking away together in these field, implying it was getting close to the sun setting. How many kangaroos can you see in this picture?
It was only about an ascent of a couple hundred metres up this mountain, and Jamie finally had to take Elly's skipping rope away. We were both wanting to get to the peak, and not walk home in the dark.
With the skipping rope out of the picture, Elly's speed doubled.
Even though Blake was ready to throw in the towel with about 4-5 minutes to the peak, luckily we convinced him to keep going, and we made it to the top in just under an hour from when we stepped out our backdoor.
Here's a couple additional pictures from our quicker trip back down this Australian mountain:
I managed to get a picture of Elly's hair aflame. You can see in the picture below that I was removing part of this picture...
What do you do when your son has cold hands but no mitts? Give him a jacket you are wearing in which the sleeves completely cover his hands.
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