Microadventure: Budderoo National Park


Swinging bridges at Minnamurra Rainforest.

It’s easy to forget about what lies on your doorstep and yet sometimes these little forays into the wild turn out to be the best adventures.

Budderoo is a National Park I have rarely delved into in the past few years. It’s so close, and so utterly spectacular, yet I’ve been busy adventuring around the world and on the South Coast so it’s flown totally under the radar.

Saturday seemed like the perfect day for a quick adventure. The rainforest seemed a good place to hide from the summer heat so I jumped in the car and drove out to Minnamurra Rainforest to start with an easy walk to a waterfall.

With so little rain, there wasn’t much water flowing and the upper falls were closed, but its still so lush. Added bonus- they still have the swing bridges and lets be honest those are the best.

Managed to spot a lyrebird and a water dragon, and did a short hike just to get away from town and people. There were plenty of tourists out there but thankfully, the people were spread out enough for me to feel like it was just me and my adventure buddy who I had recruited for the trip.

My intention had been to head to Carrington Falls just for the views, but the rangers said it was closed and not to bother since there was no water anyway.

Instead, they suggested the Macquarie Cascades- which I had never heard of despite living 20 minutes away.

They are nestled in at the bottom of Macquarie Pass, and the walk to the bottom is an easy 2km loop- perfect for a quick mini adventure.

Of course- they were too spectacular to stay at the bottom so I tried to get to the top. It seemed like a reasonably easy scramble up the side of the cliff.

Just 20 minutes from my house, I was standing on mossy rocks, in the middle of a rainforest, with no one else around, watching cascading waterfalls.

Lesson: What’s on our doorstep is just as spectacular as what I’ve seen on the other side of the planet.


A quiet moment at the bottom of the Macquarie Cascades before a scramble to the top.


I didn’t even know these kind of climbers existed here in Australia- evidently they do.



Microadventure: Coastal Trekking.

NEVER LOOK BACK: it is a little depressing to know how much  further left to go, but with a view like this, it felt like there just wasn't enough distance left.

I PRESENT TO YOU: winter, somewhere between Kiama and Gerringong. 

It is not Pigeon House Mountain. Challenge number 1, and already there is a setback. I have a knee injury. While this is not a barrier to all adventuring, it is a barrier to steep bush walks for the minute.
Instead of risking it, I postponed that adventure for 2 weeks, and did something with more distance and less steepness.
This track was still a challenge though.Maybe not physically, but carrying an injury, it was tempting to sit back and say “Oh I think I might stay in bed and watch Netflix instead.”
I have done the coastal track from Kiama to Gerringong a number of times, but it is always a little adventure, and I always enjoy it. It is just over 12km return, and virtually untouched.
And the best part about this coastline? I can see it from home.
Sometimes the best kind of adventures, are the kind you can have in your own backyard.

From someplace you would rather be: The NSW South Coast.

 A couple of kilometers of coastline, all to myself at Lake Tabourie one Saturday.

A couple of kilometers of coastline, all to myself at Lake Tabourie one Saturday.

It’s home turf for me, but there is something special about the South Coast. It is untouched and beautiful.

I recently moved further down the coast to take a job at a newspaper, and while I had reservations about moving away from my home town, my family and my friends, I was excited to have another place to explore.

I feel privileged that while I may not always be able to take holidays whenever I feel like it, or go on adventures around the world at the drop of the hat, that I can go on adventures in my own backyard, and find a place like this to spend a day.

I think that to appreciate all the things this world has to offer, in all the different countries and all the different cities, you need to know where you come from. You need to appreciate where you come from.

You need a place, where after all your travels, you can come back to, and call home.

Sunrise at Mollymook Beach. The place I am now lucky enough to call home.

Sunrise at Mollymook Beach. The place I am now lucky enough to call home.