a Beer, a Whine and The Spirit

(I'm still in America, but here's another post I prepared earlier...)

About 10 years ago (what?... gosh that's a long time...) Dad and I used to walk the hills of Red Hill and Kelvin Grove. I was on a health kick at the time, and I needed the extra push (sometimes literally) to get up those hills, and Dad was happy to help out - a little TOO happy sometimes! The worst of the worst was Broadhurst St, so we used to get that out of the way at the start, so the other hills didn't seem as awful. It might not look too bad in the photo, but DAMN that hill was steep! When you were at the top, if you took about 10 steps back and looked down, you would pretty much just see a drop! The thing that made it a real killer though, was that it was SO long. Vale St is steeper, but it's shorter as well, so the pain isn't a lingering one! I just remember trudging up those hills, willing my mind elsewhere so it was more bearable.

I really can't complain though, as Dad also used to (and does still I'm sure!) take a backpack loaded up with bits and bobs to simulate him being in New Zealand, tramping up and down the hills.

And now Dad is proud to have Mum along on his walks! Yeah Mum! We used to go around 6pm which was an absolute killer, as we could smell all the home-cooked meals, waiting to be eaten! But I guess it did get us home quicker!

Thanks Dad! No, really. Thanks a LOT! :-)

Posted by Renae at 3:12 PM Comments