Yesterday Michael and I did something we had been planning to do for a while, but never seem to get round to, and stepped out into the amazing landscape that surrounds us – we went for a bushwalk. I am so glad I did (even though we took a wrong path (busy chatting) and added two hours to our journey – but that did mean we went up Mt. Jerusalem!)
The Bundjalung enjoyed a warm sub-tropical climate. The landscape varied from towering mountains to the bountiful sea, providing an abundance of food and materials that met all their needs.
Wollumbin, the mountain named by Captain James Cook as Mt Warning, towers 1100 metres above the sea. It was named by Cook in 1770 as a warning to other seafarers of the numerous treacherous reefs along this coast.
He did not know that the Bundjalung people for many miles around called the mountain Wollumbin, and that it was an important sacred site, as their lives and religion were strongly linked to the land.
Following explorations by Cook, white settlement began – and, consequently, the displacement of the Bundjalung forever. In the 1850’s a British timber logging camp was built at the back of Mullumbimby – the start of white settlement in this area. A place where the cutters could feed their livestock on the grasslands and get their valuable timber down the Brunswick River and out to the waiting ships – taking the rainforest timber, mainly red cedar, back to the UK.
Fortunately, these remnant forests are now protected and part of the Jerusalem, Nightcap and Wollumbin National Parks system – fought hard, and long for by locals and environmental campaigners.
Once up here, and taking in the magnificent views, you only have to step over to the southern side of the rim and walk for about ten minutes to get wonderful views the other way, down the Wilsons River Valley to the Byron Bay Lighthouse.
The walk takes you under towering cliffs, through lush vegetation of palms, orchids, ferns and huge eucalypts to Meditation Rock – where you just have to pause for a while to enjoy the sweet air, smell springtime and listen to the birds.
In five hours we didn’t see one other person – just this fellow – a diamond backed python. He was a small one – only about 2 metres long!
This walk reminded me of a chat I had with Dorothy, the 86 year old member of the Book Club I belong to – who looks about 70, with a vibrancy that belies her years. When I asked her what her secret was she said “You just have to get out there and KEEP MOVING”. Thank you Dorothy. (By the time we got back to the car I could also hear my dear old Dad in my ear “It’s lovely when the pain wears off!”)