Today was a glorious day! The weather hovered around 70ºF. The sun shined. In short, I can’t remember a day this nice in quite a while.
So we hauled ourselves over to Yarra Bend Park—642 acres of untamed bush land in the city that Brian had been longing to see ever sense he first spied it while on a film shoot in Abbotsford. The park features abundant picnic space, a cable bridge, a boathouse with rowboats for rent and lots of nature walking along the banks of the Yarra River with stunning views of the city skyline. (I am led to understand that it is also a good place to spot flying foxes in the summer; we didn’t spot any.)
We lost ourselves in the bush and began to wonder if we would find out way back to the car park. It was easy to forget that we were still really in the heart of the city. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear that we could hear a pan pipe floating over the brush.
One of my favorite parts of the park were the rock formations. There were vertical strips of hard rock (basalt?) with sandstone in between. I have a theory that we were standing next to the remains of an ancient mountain formed by colliding tectonic plates. Who knows? A girl can dream.
But the thing that I found most heartening was the wild (and not so wild) flowers. Bright yellow wattle were all around and every few feet we ran into a new type of blossom. I would try to name them, but don’t think I could cover everything.