Yugto

Yugto- a fundamental transition or development of a story or phenomenon

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Today’s Word High July Prompt immediately reminded me of the picture I took when out hiking a while ago, of the change from ‘Grug’s hill’ to the golden hills. While this blog was primarily started to write about reading adventures- Around the World and Throughout Time- I have always meant to write about some real life adventures as well… thus the tab for ‘the Physical Realm’. So here is a short story about my hike, the first section of the Heysen trail. The place names are all ones I made up as I went along-except for Kangaroo Island- so don’t try to google them!


We arrived at the Ferry Terminal not long before it was due to take the crowds of city folk across to Kangaroo Island for the weekend. We got the second to last parking space, and went against the norm by walking straight past the ferry to head over the hills.

With the beach on our right and the small brown hills on our left, we walked away from the bustle, with the sun on our backs. Winter was late in coming this year, so the main vegetation was small scrubby bushes, the salt-loving kind that are hardy and wirey- just like most sea going people.

We passed a tiny cove, flanked by 5 metre high cliffs, and spotted a lone fisherman who had somehow managed to pick a path down to the narrow strip of sand. Lunch was at a rocky shore filled with little rock pools. It was a lovely view until you turned around and saw what I am guessing is a power station based on the sign warning of electrocution.

The low bushes and succulents were replaced by plants that for all the world look like a sleeping Grug. There were scattered Grugs in the valley, and then row upon row of Grug trees, neatly in rows, on top of Grug Hill. Until suddenly there was a fence. And no more trees. On the other side, there were low lying undulating hills covered in golden hued long dry grass. The sun was now overhead, and the grass appeared to shimmer as it was gently rustled by the wind.

After a few sparse, golden hills, we came to a valley which was dotted with small eucalyptus trees. It was the Valley of the Butterflies. Every tree and bush had several butterflies. There was constant motion- at any given moment the butterflies on a particular bush would decide that rest time was over, and there would be a puff of butterflies rising and fluttering around the bush.

Next, we came over a rise and were surprised to see what looked for all the world like an alien space ship, nestled in a steep valley, without any obvious tracks to get in to it. Have a look at the picture- what do you think it is?

We spotted a dolphin family out to see, then another close to shore. We stopped to watch the 8 strong family that frolicked in the waves just below our vantage point, but unfortunately my nephew had taken it seriously when we told him that the sharp rocks pointing out of the surface of the knoll were the teeth of a giant shark. “We are standing on the bottom jaw of a humongous shark!” I had told him, “so big that we can’t even see the top jaw! But who knows when he might chomp down on us!”

Soon his insistence we move on out of danger wore us down and we continued quick march. Through the land of the sheep, who from their posing at the top of the hill, looking imperiously down on us, obviously thought they owned the place. One a few hundred more hills (maybe 2-5 realistically) and we reached ‘the end’ of our trek. There was a spectacular view down to the beach, which was only slightly marred by the fact that we still had to trek down the hill, and then up at least the same height again to get to the second car we had left at the end car park earlier. The hike to the car actually ended up being the hardest part of the whole trip, not helped by the fact that dad had thought there was only 200m distance between the 2 carparks, and parked in the furthest one, when it was in fact closer to 2km difference! Oops!

Regardless, after a full day of driving and hiking, it was nice to just sit in the passenger seat of the car and be driven home as darkness fell, watching the beaches, and trees, and the new giant Buddha fly by past my window.

 

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