I wanted badly to go up into the bush in the rain last week and nothing was going to stop me.
I asked four of my regular walking buddies to come but they were busy or didn't want to get more wet so I went alone.
I haven't walked alone much and found it surprisingly peaceful compared to walking alone when I was younger.
After hanging around home on Friday hoping my 14yr old son would change his mind and accompany me I left in the drizzling rain with Van Morrison my only company on the 1 and a half hour drive.
When I arrived at Cathedral Rock in the late afternoon light I drove down a track on the way in that I've always wanted to check out.
It led to a 'water diversion weir' on Round Mountain road and made an interesting stop with some lovely water scenes and wildflowers.

- Water diversion catchment

- Near the Weir

- Ground orchid
The camp ground at Barokee was silent and empty and I took off across the sodden ground toward the rock to get a few afternoon photos around the camp area. It was beautiful, quiet and still without the chatter of blue sky and sunshine and no one around. I only wandered a short way, it was nearly six and I was hungry.

- Barokee grassland
Dinner - noodles with prawns and coconut milk washed down with a hot cup of chai.
I slept in the back of my small wagon and halfway through the night wished I hadn't.
Still drizzly the next day I slept in (fitfully) until 9!
At about ten I took off on the Cathedral Rock track.

- Cathedral Rocks track
I was keen to see how my twenty five year old J&H Goretex jacket would take a continuously damp day.
The walk to the top is not a difficult one, though there are some exposed bits at the top that could put some people off.
All along the way there were reminders of other people I have done this walk with (I've done it at least six times) especially my son who, now and then I sorely missed - 'He would've climbed that rock' or 'He would've wanted to check out that group of boulders' but apart from the occasional pangs I didn't feel lonely, enjoyed my own company and the freedom of stopping or wandering off to explore when I wanted.
I realized I missed my son not just because I missed his adventurous and fun loving company but because he's growing up...
Along the ascent trail I almost stumbled on a Lyrebird singing it's heart out and from there it seemed to lead me onward, just ahead of me almost to the summit. I felt a very real connection to the bird that I would not have had if I'd not been alone.
The final climb to the summit was taken with care but there were a a couple of times I thought 'What if I slipped now, what would I do?' and made a plan.
At the top I was rewarded with the swirling mists I'd hoped for and a great feeling of achievement.
I wandered back down to camp and Van Morrison with my thoughts and emotions tumbling as if in a washing machine.
I really took my time on this walk, it was a reconnection with myself and my love for the bush.