It Damned Near Killed Me!
When you’re young, you can’t wait until you’re a teenager so you can do all the big kid stuff.
When you’re a teenager, you can’t wait to be 18 so you can experience night clubs, cars and all the other freedoms grown ups get.
Somewhere along the way you end up married with a couple of clones running around.
Then for around 20 years you spend every waking minute making sure they’re all healthy and have everything they need; and like most parents, you strive to give them that bit extra if you can manage it.
Just quietly I reckon these are the best years; hard at times, sure, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Eventually the clones become self-aware and self-reliant (sounds like a Terminator doesn’t it). This allows you to get back to doing some of the things you once did as your younger self.
Such is the case with The Pillion and I.
We’ve done more day trips, more road trips and more us time in the last 3 years than we’ve done in our whole married life.
Sadly, even though my inner self is a young and stoopid 21-year-old, my body insists otherwise. Take our trip to Rainbow Beach for example.
We did some exploring while we were there and we ended up walking along a bush track to a place called Carlo Sandblow. So named by Captain Cook after one of his deck hands of all things.
It’s about 600m (1950 feet) from the parking area to the sandblow. Nothing too strenuous, a few steps maybe, but mostly easy-going.
Carlo Sandblow covers around 15Ha (37 acres) and is one of the few places where you can watch geology at work. On shore winds break through the vegetation and pick up grains of sand, blowing them inland.
Over thousands of years of sandblow development, plants eventually recolonise and stabilise the exposed sands. This continues over and over and eventually the layers settle into what is known as coffee rock.
The coffee rock is eventually exposed by new sand blows as rainbow coloured cliffs. This is how Rainbow Beach got its name.
Pretty cool eh?
Now, I’ve seen sand before but I’ve never seen a sandblow. So, being the sticky beak that I am, I left The Pillion sitting on a park bench at the edge of the blow and headed west for 100m (330 feet) or so to see what I could see.
The sand was soft but reasonably flat and easy to walk on. So all was good.
After taking in the view over the national park and back into the township of Rainbow Beach, I about faced and headed east past The Pillion towards the Pacific Ocean.
As I walked, I didn’t notice the sandblow tapered down slightly towards the beach.
Eventually I reached a point where the sandblow dropped away sharply towards the edge of the coffee rock cliffs. I guess it was maybe 40m (130 feet) from the top of the sandblow to the cliff edge.
There are warning signs all over the place telling you not to get too close to the edge because the cliffs can be unstable and may break away at any time.
Apparently its quite a drop down to the beach below and allegedly “You can be injured”.
“Meh… It’s not the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop at the end.” Stoopid 21-year-old inner self thought.
So off I trundled down the sandblow.
I reached the edge of the cliff face and found a rocky outcrop to sit on so I could take in the views to the north and south.
As I sat there, I glanced up at where I had just come from…
… At this point, you’re probably thinking the cliff edge gave way and I had a pucker moment.
Nope, I’m happy to report no such thing happened.
What happened was that I saw a mountain of sand. A mountain I had to walk back up to get back to where The Pillion was waiting for me.
This is where this post gets its name. This was the point where my stoopid 21-year-old inner self said “You silly old bastard, what were you thinking!”
It took me more than twice as long to head back up that sandblow than it did to come down it, and I had to stop no less than 6 times for a rest.
By the time I reached the top I was gasping for breath and my mouth was dry as the Simpson Desert because I didn’t take any water with me. I’ve never felt so spent in all my life.
I tel ya, that sandblow… It damned near killed me!
What me exaggerate?
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