Living in the tropics means that once it’s rained a bit, there are heaps of lovely waterfalls to go to. It’s like a playground-slash-waterpark for all ages. 🙂 On Saturday Dad, Josh, Nomi, and I jumped at the opportunity to go up with some friends to Packsaddle Springs, about ten minutes’ drive out of town. From there you have to go behind farmland to the creek, and walk 30 minutes to get to the waterfall. In the past we’d just hung out at the creek – which is fun – and Dad had flown over it lots of times, but only Josh had climbed it. Daniel and Mum opted to stay at home, but they helped us pack a lunch and get ready for a drive, climb, and good swim.
Credit goes to Dad for taking the fantastic photos!
Nomi, the ever dramatic!
C and I overlooking the creek after we’d been walking for a good 20 minutes. We climbed around and down to the water at the bottom.
Destination Packsaddle Springs! The water was flowing so fast and the rocks so slippery, one guy used the waterfall as a (bumpy) slide!
Nomsie and I enjoying the water after a hot walk
Dad, AA, J and I decided to keep walking beyond the waterfall to see the even bigger waterfall.
Me beside the waterfall – later I went on the other side the fall to get closer to the running water.
Eating lunch together before heading back.
Yes, that is my very un-suncreamed back which is now incredibly sunburnt… it’s like my back is a little solar panel and I now have my own little heat pack. It hurts.
We had a great day; it was a beautiful waterhole that I’d love to go back to one day!