This weekend I’ve been able to stay at a holiday house in the Blue Mountains with some visiting family and friends. We arrived yesterday, after the sun had gone down. The house was elevated and backed onto the dense bush of the Blue Mountains National Park. As we looked out through the glass panelled wall of the living room, we could tell that the house would have an expansive view of the mountains during the day, but the light provided by the house and the stars only gave us 10 or so metres of visibility at the time.
I woke early today and, looking out the window, realised the sun was just starting to rise. I headed out to the living room and was greeted by an amazing view of the valley below. The eucalyptus covered mountains stretched for kilometres. I’ve lived in the Blue Mountains since birth, and I could probably count on one hand the times I’ve been able to stand and absorb the beauty and vastness of this area.
It’s a sobering reminder of how much I take for granted. I’ve travelled to Europe, South East Asia, China and the U.S (they were all amazing and I highly recommend travelling abroad as much as possible) but have never truly appreciated my own backyard and the thousands of years of history it contains. I suppose I thought it would always be there. I believe it is a place where nature will continue to thrive, however I also think that opportunities like the one I had this morning will present themselves less and less.