Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Old Man... I'm a lot like you are


I’ll try to go in order of the events that have transpired over the past 10 days; including Dave’s arrival.  The past 2 weeks has been filled with quite a bit of fun and adventure, aided by the fact that Dave’s trip is “Action Packed.”

Myself and nine others visited White’s Beach for an overnight camping trip.  I had an absolute blast hanging out with the boys, Joe and Hue (AUS).  Thank you so much to Michelle (Seattle) for organizing the great trip.  Although this beach isn’t too far away, it seems to be a hidden gem of beaches.  We brought food, drinks, tents and an open mind looking forward to the morning sunrise.



My mate, Joe playing some 6-sting Cliffside… I was even nervous for him with the wind blowing 60 feet above the water!


Joe and I probably playing a little Gotye “Somebody I used to know.”  One of his best songs he does from start to finish.


Climbing down from the rocks, Michelle gives me a big “Cheeeeese.”


I was the first to wake up in the morning just before 6am; the magic started from there.







So White’s Beach was a big success being good times with good people.  It rained a bit that night, but we found a small cove (not quite a cave) to sleep inside instead of the tents we had brought. 











A few days later, Hue left to go back to Melbourne for University.  Hue is 21, and an amazing guitarist.  Always looking to have a good time, I had a blast getting to know Hugh in Tent City.  Hugh worked as a Sea Kayak tour guide while he was here in Byron.  He studies urban planning at University, but I’d hope Hugh uses his music talents for years to come.























Enter Dave

We had gone to the beach and sea kayaking in the first few days of Dave’s visit.  I’ll save him the embarrassment in posting the first beach picture, apparently people have been spending a bit of time indoors back in the Nati!  We went and took out Julie’s sea kayak out to the beach on a rather windy, rough water day.  Needless to say it took us about 5 tries and 20 minutes to paddle out to calmer waters off the beach.  We paddled out maybe a half mile and floated in the water a bit getting a chance to jump out for a swim.  It’s always a weird feeling treading water when you know there is many many feet before you reach the sea floor! 

Dave mentioned that he really wanted to make sure to take a lot of pictures while he was here… This is his first picture of the trip as we began the hike around Minyon Falls.  Day 4 of his trip.



Here are a few pictures of the hike around Minyon Falls with Dave and Julie.  The hike was really enjoyable and a really “natural” trail where you really had to watch where you stepped.



Dave and Julie make there way across a stream running through to the falls.  One of the few spots where they’ve created spots for people to walk.





















Dave and I at the base of a huge tree, which I believe is a “strangler tree.”  A tree that grows off of and around a totally different tree.  We’re probably a ¼ the way through the total 7.5km hike.








Dave and Julie make there way down to the water at the bottom of Minyon Falls.  Just checking the temp for now, but Dave and I will get into what felt like 40 degree water in just a few minutes.  I didn't get any pics on my phone, but Julie snapped a few shots of us getting pelted by the water falling from the top!








From a viewing spot on the way home from Minyon Falls.  This shows all of the bay and the lighthouse on the far right.
















We stopped off at an old abandoned golf course
where Julie says many Kangaroos/Wallabies hang out in the evening.  This among a few others we saw is the first of them I’ve seen since being here in OZ!










In the mean time, since Hugh has left and gone back to Melbourne, I’ve taken the opportunity to move from my current tent spot I acquired soon after my arrival.  I took on the task of moving all of my stuff from my old spot to Hugh’s old spot, now my spot.  Trying to make this move as easy as possible, I took down the fly and collapsed the tent.  I thought for a minute how I could do this quickly by possibly taking the whole tent full of stuff in one trip. 
There are moments in your life when you realize you are becoming your parents or just recognizing your shared traits for that matter.  I got a huge smile on my face when I realized what I needed to do to transport my tent.  I had the tent somewhat rolled up and thinking of my options when many memories came to me from my childhood.  When doing yard work with my Dad, collecting sticks debree and the like, he always had a great way of rolling up all of the sticks and branches into a tight bundle and easily carried out to the trash.  I snapped into action and created this “stick bundle” with my rolled up tent.  It was pretty heavy, but I got it up to the new spot and set up with the quickness.  Following are shots of one of those awesome moments in time where you love and appreciate being your Father’s Son!



Feeling artsy, Joe snapped a picture of me on my first day in “Beverly Hills.”  The Hills is a small camping area located at the top of the campground.  Generally the water runs off pretty well and it’s close to the restrooms.

Wait, maybe joe didn’t snap that picture.  He’s taking a siesta on Hugh’s old bed… We’ve got this bed to lounge for the time being, but we’ll probably be forced to get rid of it soon.  Great place to take a nap other than a hot tent in the afternoon!




Flash to MOUNT WARNING!!!

This was one of the adventures I’ve been most looking forward to.  Julie, Dave, Cheri and Myself went up to Mt. Warning last night to camp out before climbing the mountain for sunset.  After we get the tents set up Dave snaps into action creating a fire.  This fire building was more or less completed 3 hours later…

Julie prepares some of the vego meal for herself and Cheri.  Dave and I will take down some chicken sold for a family of four.


We woke up at 3am and were on the trail to the top of Mt. Warning by 3:45am.  Dave is ready to go with his head lamp!



After a long trek to the top... The first glimpse of light!


Flinn got all bundled while we were at the top; and smart she was cause it was so cold!  Of course, I didn’t bring anything other than the shirt on my back; and of course it was drenched with sweat by the time we got to the top. (It took us 100 minutes to reach the top after 4.4km climb)





We were in the clouds and they would come and go for the hour that we were at the top.  This is the first view of the bottom.



Sunrise begins to show as I stand on the north side of the peak































Dave and I just before we make our way back down the mountain.  I think it took about 80 min to get down.  You’d think it’d be easier, but the trail is so rough you’ve got to take your time with foot placement in some areas. 









As you make your way the last 50 yds up to the peak, this is what you contend with!  They needed to put a chain link in just so you could pull yourself up on some of those rocks!









And that's the story as of now...

















Thursday, February 9, 2012

Tin Soldiers and Nixon Coming

I suppose I just like to title these blog posts according to what I think might catch someone's eye.  There is no relevance what-so-ever, but I just had the song stuck in my head the last 20 min or so...

Today, I'll write about my time at Rae's on Wategos.  Today was my last day, and incidentally my first day in over 2 weeks!  There hasn't been anyone staying in the hotel recently, so staffing levels have been on the decline; something I can relate to from season's end and beginning managing a golf operation.  With Dave to arrive on Saturday and holidaying for 10 days or so, I thought it would be silly to stay on.  Especially since I'm planning on exploring culture outside of Byron when Dave makes his way back to The States. 

This is Dave Weingarten in all of his glory!  This picture was taken at Rock Bottom last year when we slept on Fountain Square over night to get our Opening Day tix.  I think the hilarity of the night was enough for Dave to take a lil care of me last year when I was in a wheelchair on that freezing night.  Dave will do just about anything sometimes to be active.  Sometimes these are known as "Davetivities."  This guy is all about extreme adventure; so I'm looking forward to rocking out and maybe helping Ol' Davey meet a few Aussie chicas!

 The next few pics are of Room 5 at Rae's.  They all have "people names" since there are only 7 rooms.  But I only know the room #'s.
Here is the entrance, which is just off the pool, no beach view here, but it's a 2 story room and very unique.
 Smaller bathroom, surrounded with mirror, glass and tile... LOTS to wipe down! (yes, that's a rain shower)

 Above are the views down to the pool.  The picture on the right is the view I had when Elle Macpherson was laying out by the pool one day.  Still good lookin' after all these years. 
View from the stairs in room #5; those doors go out to the pool.


 Room 6, on the first floor and the worst of all of the rooms.  It's very nice, but no view and just bedroom and larger bathroom. (yes, I rolled those towels on the bed)

 



 This is smallest room, Room 3.  Although the smallest, it has a beach view and is actually quite charming!  This bed is definitaly a toughy to make; the matress is too big for the bed.
 Usually these open shutters look out to Wategos Beach.

 This is the gigantic Room 2.  There are two bedrooms in this $1,200/night suite.  This one takes super long to clean being as it's so big. 
 Also...

This room attracts families and messy rich people. 
Above left, the usual setup of soaps, towels, etc.  Above Right, one of my favorite beds to make.




Room 1... The largest single bedroom room.  This has a pool view and a beach view, two verandas, dinette, hot tub and lots of space.




 The usual setup for coffees, teas, wine glasses, etc.


I know it's just a lot of pictures this go around.  Next time I'll highlight the trip to White's Beach with some other Factory goers.

So I've been a hotel cleaner, a night helper and a garbage man here in OZ... My mother kindly reminded me of the old BS addage...

Bob Simminger "If you're going to be a garbage man, be the best damned garbage man there is."
(that got me through a few days)  It wasn't the work as a garbage man that was crap, it was that you're doing the work all alone and there aren't any customers/guests to take care of!  Night helper at reception is much better since I get to talk to all kinds of new people coming to The Arts Factory as well as all my friends here are all around to hang while I'm at reception working.


Surfed at "The Pass" the other day... and a lil beard update!

Alrighty, enough for this time.  So in the words of Marty Brenneman... "So long everybody"