We always try to take one last lingering look at a place before we move on. In Glen Davis, New South Wales, this translated to a final walk along the river that snaked its way through the valley.
We certainly didn't want to leave; the peace and quiet of the area had burrowed its way into our bones. But the Blue Mountains were calling, a siren song of sandstone cliffs and eucalyptus forests. Lisa, in particular, had this destination high on her list of places to see.
As we strolled, the reflections in the water danced with the light, creating an ever-shifting tapestry of greens and golds. The bushland surrounding us hummed with life; unseen birds chirped their morning greetings, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and eucalyptus. We watched as small fish darted among the rocks in the shallows, their silver scales glinting in the sunlight. The water was surprisingly cold.
Glen Davis is a fascinating place, tucked away from the hustle and bustle. The towering cliffs that encircle the valley gave us a sense of being completely enveloped by nature.
The towering rock faces stood as silent sentinels, guarding the secrets of the valley. It was easy to imagine what a bustling town Glen Davis once was, even though now, it's a quiet escape. It has a special feeling of community.
Even the campground, nestled at the foot of those magnificent cliffs, felt intimate and welcoming.
We spent some time marvelling at the location before starting the long haul up to the Blue Mountains. It was time to make our way to our next adventure and face the climb.
