I used to live in the stables in the Uni holidays and took tourists up Mt Iron on horseback, but the stables are long gone and the flanks of Mt Iron are covered in houses. Streams of tourists walk or run! up every day in the summer for exercise and the view, and suburbs swarm where we once gathered mushrooms. There are, however, still vestiges of the old days. . .
|Penrith as it used to be, and still is!|
|Every time you look at the Clinton river you'll see trout|
|The water's so clear you can see every stone|
My favourite hut was Pompolona - luxury in the middle of nowhere, and to top it all - one of the best creme brulees I've had. Given where we were, who would believe it?
|Nearly at the top of the McKinnon Pass - hot cocoa waiting. .|
|Just a few clouds to add to the drama at the top - dragon's breath?|
|Contemplating how far you've walked|
|Swimming after lunch|
Our friend Sylvia walked those 55 kilometres on reconstructed feet, and we reckon she should be the pin-up girl for the big walks - if she can do it, almost anyone can. . .
We'd recommend it to anyone - the guides are great, everything is provided - packs, pack inners, raincoats, poles, even insect repellent.
As for the food, forget cabin bread, peanut butter and jam
|Lava cakes - molten chocolate inside!|
or, to put it more delicately, none of us lost any weight. . .