Charming creek: a walk in Coal Country
My sister the chef tramps in the same way I sew: slightly obsessively. So any road trip with the two of us involves me with a bag of hand sewing at the ready in the most accessible pocket of my backpack or suitcase, and frequent rambles and daywalks with the chef leading the way. In the days before New Years eve we’d had nothing but tiny 20 minute explores to scenic locations, and sister was getting restive, so I promised her a proper long walk (a compromise between my ‘What about a museum? Is there a botanical garden around here?’ and her ‘Let’s stay in this great cabin I heard about! It’s only a five hour walk up a mountain – super easy!’). The weather threatened rain, but we both geared up with merino tops and waterproof jackets and set off on the Charming Creek walkway, which she had read about in a tramping book and I liked because it sounded charming. The path began in a carpark literally next door to the coal mining …