I’m uncomfortably prepped for my photography session. Sitting or should I say hanging over the edge of this cliff. Trying to capture the picture-perfect moment of a marvelled view. An ancient legend has unearthed a cluster of camera eager tourists to this very view. The view of three sisters? Or in fact a view of land erosion morphed into three objects. The aboriginal legend shares a story of three sisters who were members of the Katoomba tribe in Jamison Valley. Their names were Meehni, Wimlah and Gunnedoo. Folklore unmasked a tragic story of how these sisters were turned to stone. The three sisters had fallen in love with three men from the neighbouring Nepean tribe, but this marriage was forbidden. The three brothers planned to capture the sisters, which unearthed war between the two tribes. An elder concealed the three sisters into stone to protect them, but was later killed fighting, nobody could turn them back.
I vacated my perch and began the walk through the legendary Blue Mountains. I began my hike through the jungle like rainforest, only stopping to marvel at the view. The view… how can I describe this view? The endless roll of green sweeps the region almost like my eyes had been widened and sharpened in some way. The untainted views carried on as far as the eye could see with backdrops of almost hidden waterfalls. This place is like a utopia only granting this pleasure to a few, almost like a secret kingdom that not many will see in a lifetime. I can see the post box red parrot balancing on a branch; he too looks as though he is admiring this infinite picturesque landscape. Following the steep steps you continue onwards onto different tracks. You begin with the beginner trails, which are lined with sightseers who are ill-prepared with shorts and flip-flops. Slowly you emerge onto the more intermediate trails without even realising. Eager tourists desert the more advanced pathways; instead it’s just you and the endless green. As I reached the end of my journey through Katoomba national park unearthing discoveries, balancing on the adrenaline like peaks and breaking the rules of no access. I stumbled upon the steepest incline railway in the world. Indiana Jones music filled my ears as I ascended back up the mountains on the ‘cliff hanger’ setting. I reached the top, took one last observation and began the long journey back to Sydney.