Oh come on, as kids we
were legends, in our own minds at least lol. I remember riding up the footpaths after school and all the other kids watching me tool past, they were dumbfounded because no one had minibikes back in the early 70's. Then up on the forest tracks on the weekend I'd fly past other kids that were exploring on foot. If I stopped there was a circle around me, all amazed at the little machine. A year before I was up there on foot too but now I was riding, too cool! I recon those teenage years were the best, total freedom, no responsibility.
You go to that mountain now and there are no kids at all because they are at home on their mobile devices poor B@stards. Now it's all middle age walkers getting their exercise. Last time I was up there, years ago before I moved out country, I was taking a shortcut with my mountain bike, it was 6am Sunday and the place was crowded. Cycling was forbidden on the mountain now but I was pushing it, too steep to ride and stairs everywhere anyway. Boy the world has changed. It's only a hill really, but in WWII there was a rifle range on one side and as kids we used to collect the old brass that still lay about in the long grass. The shooting stalls were still there, old, decrepit but fascinating for a 12 yo. There was an old homeless man there too, living under a corrugated iron sheet humpy, a throw back to the great depression era where the homeless set up camps in the bush.
Those camps will be back Carl, nothing surer. Tough times ahead.
Toohey Mountain.
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