I’ve always loved the local botanic gardens in Darwin. When I was a kid, our house was just around the corner, and during our regular family bike rides we would shortcut through on our way to the beach. There’s an enormous hill inside, something that thrilled and terrified ‘little me’ on my bike. With sprays of gravel, and the threat of colliding with gardeners in their speedy golf buggies, I could too readily imagine myself falling off. I was never very good at letting go, especially when it came to my skin. But I would always love reaching the bottom, feeling the wind pick up my hair, and smelling the loamy soil of the rainforest in the lower section.
Dean and I visited the gardens not too long ago, on our mission to pick up as many Darwin geocaches as we could. Admittedly, we’ve been pretty lazy geocachers. With a full week of work and trying to set up our house, as well as settling into being bill payers and responsible members of society, our hobby has fallen by the wayside. We’re working on having little geocaching adventures around town, even if we only end up finding one cache. In Darwin it seems to be a trend to provide no hint with the cache. Now, I’m not saying that they should be easy, but let me tell you that GPS isn’t as accurate as we would like.
But we decided to check out the caches in the botanic gardens. There were a few to choose from, but we didn’t have much luck. We had our eyes on six or seven, but our geocaching egos got taken down a few notches when we only found a few. Despite this, the gardens were gorgeous, with the morning light streaming in through the canopy and all the pretty botanics on display. With a prime lens and this kind of light, I really could spend all day among the trees. What a great way to spend a Saturday!
This time, we didn’t get a chance to climb to the top of the treehouse, my favourite place since they installed it on a tree that was felled in a storm. It’s three stories of glorious tree climbing, with the safety of rails and a floor beneath your feet. But I did get a chance to capture the colours of the gardens in all their glory, and if that’s not enough then nothing ever will be.
This post originally appeared on BarefootBeachBlonde.com, the pre-evolved version of Maps And Mandalas. I’ve republished it here with its original date because I love it that much.