Having been sick all week and now feeling a little better I was determined to be part of this. So we headed off. I found that while I still had the stomach pains and gastro issues and couldn't walk fast, I could walk. And decided to try going on the 6.5 km rim walk with the others rather than just the limited view creek walk on my own.
We headed up a hard steep incline. And at the top Hannah (who had been feeling dizzy for several days) decided it was too much. I said that having missed out on much of the rock and all of the Olgas I was keen to try to keep going. Cathie offered to go back with Hannah and try the smaller creek walk.
So the boys and I pressed on. And it was magnificent. View after view each one more spectacular. Kings Canyon is an amazing place.
There had been a massive rock fall 60 years ago creating a sheer cut in the cliff that was breathtaking. As one guide I overheard said '60 years in geological terms is nothing.'
At the main look out we had a terrific chat with two stockbrokers - a German and Brazilian - who both worked at a bank in Hong Kong but had been completely out of touch. We broke the news to them that the US house of representatives had refused the financial market bailout. They were stunned.
There was a side excursion to a place called the Garden of Eden. We saw part of it. Water in the middle of the harsh desert. I thought you could actually do a movie (if it wasn't such an isolated location) portraying well the lovely garden provision of God in Genesis 2 and contrasting it with the harsh rocky hard to farm ground of Genesis 4-5 that Cain and Abel found themselves in when they were ejected from the garden.
And it helped me to imagine how in Messopotania (modern day Iraq) there could have been a tranquil beautiful place where every plant could grow, so close to a place that is so inhospitable as the middle east as we know it today..
We each took two litres of water to carry. I made sure that I and the boys drank lots along the trip. When we were 1km from the end and I was feeling pretty awful. We got back at 10:30 and by now it was 37 degrees.
Cathie met us at the carpark. We had only got about 1km down the road in the car and I had to ask her to pull over and quickly opened the door and threw up spectacularly on the roadside. I had been too ambitious.
But I would have been so disappointed to have missed the Rock walk, the Olgas walk and the Canyon walk.
I spent a quiet afternoon finishing Bryce Countney and picking up Bill Bryson's down under. I have also started a book by Peter Bolt on Christ's cross in Mark - but that requires me fuller concentration than either of the aformentioned.
In the evening Cathie and I headed out for a drink at the pub.