Morans Falls

We got back from the Treetops walk around 4.30 and, after some nappy changing, decided to chance our arms on a walk down to Moran's Falls before the light failed.

We got into the car and set off down the road looking for the car park on the map. We hadn't seen it on the way up, but we thought if we didn't find it we'd just head home and there'd be no harm done.

Find it we did, though, and the prospect of a 4.4km round trip didn't ring any alarm bells with two hours to go before sunset. So we set off down the path, and disappeared again pretty rapidly into the rain forest, a shadowy world populated by enormous trees and ferns and the strange sounds of insects and whipbords overhead.

The path made its way tightly down a steep hill and, as we neared the final section, ran along the edge of an apparent cliff. The sounds of rushing water began to filter through the forest. Soon we came to a constructed platform, from which we could see across an expansive valley with cliffs on either side. At the top of the valley a waterfall dropped a mist into the forest blanketing the valley beneath. You can see a photo in this post.

We saw and heard some people sitting next to the waterfalling coo-ee-ing. And surmised that the path led down to the waterfall itself. Following the path down, we came to a stream and following that up came to a clearing which gave a fantastic view of the valley with the sun shining up it.

We hung around there for a while taking in the views until we realised that it was six o'clock and - oh look - the sun's getting a little low in the sky!

So we hot footed it back up the path with Eloise in the rucksack on my back and sat a pretty punishing pace on the steep climb. We made it back to the car in twenty minutes, and split pretty quickly, probably with a swarm of mozzies chasing us!

The drive back was spooky to say the least as, with only our headlights to guide us, and just the reflectors on the road side to guide us, we plummeted through the dense forest, then down the tightly winding road back to snivilisation.

We thought we'd order a pizza on the way back. But the buggers were closed. So pasta and pesto cooked by Nicole while I cycled up to the 7-11 to get milk.

No wonder I was knackered.