What a fuck up!

My trip to Mount Wilson in Bell, out in the Blue Mountains, was a complete disaster. It was pissing down rain, with the weather trying to do it's best "Hurricane Katrina" impression. And if you think that was bad, it gets worse. The cherry blossoms had just, only just, finished blossoming. So we travelled around a 120 kilometers or so to look at cherry blossoms without all the nice pink flowers. Instead, we got some maple trees to cheer us up. Fuck.

But it wasn't all that bad, I mean it could have been worse. There were a few cherry blossoms still around and we got a chance to talk to old friends. And that iCN 635 worked like a charm. It accurately plotted out a course there and back. It has totally superseded the old "bread-crumb-trail" GPS systems. Those old systems left a trail where you went and had no road directions, just a black line on a monochrome LCD screen. I can't really think how we could survive without this. It totally takes the strain of me having to plot a course on a map. Of course, it's kinda useless if you don't travel into the deep unknown, but if you do reguarly, get one of these babies.

Now to the interesting part, photos! With captions for your viewing pleasure and hearing-impaired:

At Mount Wilson, and the weather is crappy. Rain and fog galore.

The lone cherry blossom tree at Mount Wilson.

Found another one on the way out. It was tucked in a small street.

This is at Sutton Park, a small rest area. The cherry blossoms are still in bloom there.

A shot of the adjoining cherry blossom. Just so you know, our car is the one on the far right.

Snapped another quick one before we left. It's actually raining pretty bad. I had to take cover in a small gazebo to take these shots.