Burn's Peak. a review

This walk was very tough. Everybody suffered. No-one actually re-visited their breakfast but I am sure that I wasn't the only one thinking about vomiting. Dehydrated and weary, we limped to the end.

But it was fantastic!

The day started off fantastic in the Northern suburbs of Moresby, the weather was coolish in the valley as we started our trek towards Fairfax Harbour and the ridge of hills in between. We passed through remnants of market gardens as the last few peanuts were harvested before all the grass gets set alight. A cherry "Morning" and a wave as we passed the last of the gardeners...

Then the path went upwards, and it didn't let out. By the top, the Sun had started to crank and their was no wind to be felt. We then went up and down, up and down, up and down... Confusion occurred on one peak and it wasn't long after that a quarter of the group decided that the better option was to bail out and head for the settlement below and opt for vehicular transport.

Those that remained, suffered. Heads were about to explode as the Sun beat down, and the thought of trying to drink fluids only triggered gag reflexes. We stopped frequently at the little shade we could find, and somehow spirits were okay as we told stories of yore. But when we started walking again, it was merely survival; left foot followed by the right foot, then another left, then right, left, right, left, right and so on until we made it...

Still, somehow, everyone had a good morning out and enjoyed the views of Moresby and surrounds. And speaking with the intrepid today, most of us pulled up okay after the experience. Good times... good times...