Our Minnamurra Falls Walk. Otherwise Known as Kill Me Now.
Yesterday, I posted a couple of photos from the walk James and I did in Minnamurra Rainforest. They are lovely enough photos, but they don’t even touch on the day that we had. In fact, going back through the all the shots I took makes it seem like the actual experience we had can’t have really been.
It all started nicely. A wander over boardwalks taking in the wonder of a rare subtropical and warm temperate rainforest. Amazingly beautiful trees, reaching high, twisting and growing. Strangler Vines making their homes in other growing trunks, wrapping and taking life. Green of all shades, not to mention my favourite man by my side. And lots of photo ops – my favourite thing.
As we made our way up, I started to get a little edgy. I don’t like heights. But, I steeled myself to simply not look down.
I barely made it over the first suspension bridge with my sanity in tact. Being up high on something that feels a whole lot less than safe did nothing for my rising panic levels. The second bridge brought me undone as it heaved and swayed under our feet. My resolve to keep going and enjoy despite my nervous gut feeling was squashed by an almighty panic attack, accompanied by an elephant sitting on my chest.
Tears and panic overtook me. Yes. In the middle of a rainforest. With people everywhere.
Having not been to Minnamurra before, I believed James’ description of you a 1.6km meandering walk. So, when we got to the point where you either branch off to make your way up to the falls or you make your way back to the visitors centre I wasn’t thrilled. Apparently James had only skimmed the brochure…
The path to the waterfall was steep, standing there making our decision, I couldn’t help but want to be done. But, we went on. Upwards and onwards. That initial steep climb was nothing compared to what we would find around numerous bends, after stops and tears and me begging James to go on without me. Melodramatic much?
It would have been hard for me, no matter what. I am not fit. But, having my chest crushed by an imaginary elephant and the ‘inside shakes’ already due to my panic made it near impossible and made me sure I could not do it. There was no way, in my mind, that I was getting to the end of the walk.
I look impressed, yes?
It made me feel a little better that there were others struggling and stopping, but I still did not want to continue. I kept thinking about the new treadmill at home waiting to be assembled and about how I would have to find an easing into ease into 5k app because I was ridiculously out of shape.
We kept on. I couldn’t turn back because it felt silly, but the further we went the more I wanted to. I knew James was no longer having fun but I didn’t want to not finish and disappoint him more. It was a real mental struggle as much as it was physical (if not more so).
When we made it to the last part before the falls, the skinniest and steepest part of the track, people coming back would smile encouragingly or be happily laughing. I hated them. Why were they laughing and happy. This is not fun, I kept thinking.
When we got the the steps to the viewing area I was barely energetic enough to be relieved. Also, who puts steps at the end of a walk?
We made it. I was kind of perplexed that we had. Or that I had. We milled around, took some photos, watched the water coursing over and through the rocks with many others. And I couldn’t feel like it had been worth it. I didn’t mention it, more disappointment for James wasn’t what I wanted.
Since there were so many people around we made our way back. And now we were the ones laughing and with stupid smiles on our faces. It was a lighter journey. The tension left us both and we enjoyed it more. We were high on exhaustion. Both physical and emotional.
The return was much quicker. Annoyingly so.
I admit, I’ve never been so relieved to see a sign as I was when we came back upon the Visitors Centre turn off. I might have hugged it if it hadn’t been hard enough to keep myself on the path while going in a downwards motion as it was.
All up, the walk was 4.2km and took us three hours instead of the two it should have.
And ruined my cute and comfy shoes. Not to mention nearly ruined my marriage!
But, we survived and it probably won’t surprise you to know James put my treadmill together basically the moment we got home…
Have you been to Minnamurra Falls? Were you as pathetic as me??