The Blue Mountains felt a world away from Sydney.  We took the rain (too) early into Katoomba to a place shrouded in morning fog, which gradually burned away to reveal lush vistas and waterfalls.  Most people went no further than to gaze at the famed Three Sisters, so it was a pleasure doing most of the hikes in relative solitude.  Perhaps it was because no one else was crazy enough to hike in mud and rain.

Every time I see horses I feel like I revert to my horse-crazy nine year old self again, and this weekend was no exception.  Seeing these inquisitive playful creatures again made me long to dust off my boots and half chaps and ride around until I can barely walk. :)  Ah, well, one can dream.