The dream Karen Ramsay gets motivated.
A couple of hours earlier we’d been riding over rock shelves and among tree ferns, then through dry eucalypt forests. Now we were privileged with a 360-degree view of the horizon. A shiny lizard was concealing itself among the rocks while absorbing the sun’s warmth. Shadows, created by wafting clouds, slid past us.
An old trig point lay abandoned, no match for time or nature.