Walking to a destination, the same destination every day after a full day of walking in the high country, it’s bliss to arrive, to find a pond or waterfall for a bath, to sit with a cup of tea, to let the peacefulness settle into my body, to gaze at a sunset. What a wonderful campsite is Tawonga Hut. It’s complete with a drop toilet that was clean and, with the door wide open, smells only of the bush. A little old hut is ideal for cooking indoors, away from any wind that curled around a flame. Few people had chosen this campsite between Christmas craziness and New Year holidays. Quietness pervades. Serenity whispers with the clouds, soothing our souls. Spaciousness, too, soothes our tired emotions. Each night of seven nights is subtle in its release of thoughts, expectations, goals, KPIs. Another year had drifted past. I let it go, watching it merge into the sky and distant mountains. It dissolves in the colours of the sunset then gradually it’s gone.
