There was a parrot in the camp this morning! The cheeky little fellow was after my breakfast and ingored all requests to keep out of the van! He would have landed on my shoulder had I let him and certainly wasn't shy!
We bid some fond farewells to Sydney and continued our travels northwards, feeling a little bit sad to be leaving. After a quick re-supply in Gosford, we spent the afternoon doing some great rock climbs at the little known, but splendidly named 'Point Clare'.
It was a small, compact sandstone outcrop, with some nice looking routes. The weather was the perfect climbing temperature, although the sun was right in our eyes as we looked up in search of the next handhold!
We did three good routes on the slab area. All involved small crimpy holds and had us both puzzling out the moves. It's amazing how a slight shift in body weight or re-position of a foot can suddenly put you in (or out) of perfect balance.
Around the climbs, the rock had been eroded into the most wierd and wonderful patterns. How this happens, I have no clue, but the details were incredibly intricate.
Point Clare:
- Mr Window, 16**
- Master Window, 15* (carrot bolts)
- One Day Wozza, 18*
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