The place was near where my humans used to live, far far away and over our famous bridge.
I was very good in the car and didn't cry [much] or try to drive.
Finally, we got there.
A long, long time ago, my humans would do this walk every week with Mr Piglet and Mr Thumper. Mr P and Mr T were very young then, and would run into the bushes and jump down the rocks and splash in the dirty creeks. Even Mr T, because this was way before his legs got bad.
Back then, my humans always had to keep an eye out in case another dog came down the path. They would walk in an elephant line. My Cushion, followed by Mr T, followed by Mr P, followed by My Typist, just so Mr T couldn't suddenly dash out to
grab say hello to a poor unsuspecting, approaching dog.
Although it's hard to believe, Mr T was A Naughty and Irascible Dog back when he was young.
I think my humans got a bit sad thinking about those days.
My Cushion says the place hasn't changed much in 9 years. He took a lot of pictures but they were mostly bad. Here are a few, even though they're bad.
Can you see me here?
There were a lot of signs everywhere. Some of the signs were interesting and said stuff even My super-smart Typist didn't know.
Some of the signs got me worried and made me wonder why My Cushion had brought me to this dangerous place.
Lucky for me, My Cushion turned us around, and we went back to where dogs were allowed and wouldn't get sick.
Other than this close shave with death and danger, it was a beautiful morning. We walked and walked for the longest time and only met 1 dog.
He didn't want to play.
But that's okay. I wasn't really in the mood either. It was just as much fun to explore.
I think I may be all grown up.
HOW TO GET THERE:
NOTE: As with all national parks, most areas of Garigal are NOT dog-friendly but is a wonderful place for human-bushwalking.