What a great idea as a recovery day - a walk down to a beautiful beach to have a paddle? Only a few drama's not mentioned earlier. You need a guide! Why? Because you have to climb down cliff faces on all fours, use ropes to lower yourself down and climb up, also navigate through caves to get down to the beach and did we mention it will take a few hours???? We laughed and loaded up the truck like it couldn't be that fun and foolishly some people even rode to the starting point at the top of the hill. So follow us on our little hike.
The kids hit the trail into the bush at 100miles an hour.
This is the look out - doesn't look too bad from here!
But if you step out behind the kids this is the view and no safety railing.
Jodie was loving the exercise crawling under barbed wire fences into the Kings' paddock.
Once on the edge, we traversed across the top of the cliff to the other end, behind us in this picture.
When you look back this way it was then that we relised how much of a drop off there actually was.
Follow the cow trails was one good piece of info, they weigh more than us.
As we climbed further down the cliff the kids began to explore the caves.
A square peg in a round hole? I asked for a smile but Jodie was a little too stuck for nicities.
Finally we made the beach and due to the length of the hike, most of us had drunk our water too.
Lunch and a swim were high on the cards but some of us had a LLD (Little Lie Down) too.
Jodie and the kids are at the far end of the beach having a paddle.
Well rested and after the guides took some people to a water hole to fill up the drink bottles it was time to make the trip home.
Jodie did manage a few smiles of terror on the way back up. Like the rope - all weight tested .... by the person infront of you!
Dom lugged Evie on his back the whole way and she kept reminding him not to die.
Finally up top again and on the trail back to the starting point.
Finally made it to the top and we all fell in a heap.
We also stopped and waited for the cyclists in the pine forest turn off. The kids chased the teathered horses around while we waited.
Can you see the well marked track we followed in and out? Yep in our Tongan Taxi.
Nothing like packing 14 odd people into the back of your truck while you go 4wd lucky the speed limit is 40 km too. We all made it home safe and sound but some paid more dearly over the next few days than others.
The kids hit the trail into the bush at 100miles an hour.
This is the look out - doesn't look too bad from here!
But if you step out behind the kids this is the view and no safety railing.
Jodie was loving the exercise crawling under barbed wire fences into the Kings' paddock.
Once on the edge, we traversed across the top of the cliff to the other end, behind us in this picture.
When you look back this way it was then that we relised how much of a drop off there actually was.
Follow the cow trails was one good piece of info, they weigh more than us.
As we climbed further down the cliff the kids began to explore the caves.
A square peg in a round hole? I asked for a smile but Jodie was a little too stuck for nicities.
Finally we made the beach and due to the length of the hike, most of us had drunk our water too.
Lunch and a swim were high on the cards but some of us had a LLD (Little Lie Down) too.
Jodie and the kids are at the far end of the beach having a paddle.
Well rested and after the guides took some people to a water hole to fill up the drink bottles it was time to make the trip home.
Jodie did manage a few smiles of terror on the way back up. Like the rope - all weight tested .... by the person infront of you!
Dom lugged Evie on his back the whole way and she kept reminding him not to die.
Finally made it to the top and we all fell in a heap. 
Can you see the well marked track we followed in and out? Yep in our Tongan Taxi.
Nothing like packing 14 odd people into the back of your truck while you go 4wd lucky the speed limit is 40 km too. We all made it home safe and sound but some paid more dearly over the next few days than others.
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