Sacred feelings can take a hike
Last week, I mentioned going up Mount Warning, the sacred aboriginal mountain. I waxed lyrical about communing with the ancestors as the sun came up.
Hmmm ... funny how the reality rarely bears any resemblance to the forethought.
I'd love to say we reached the top and felt a spiritual charge. But unless "spiritual charge" is the same as full bladder pressing and empty stomach growling, then I'm sorry but we didn't. It was an endurance test which only became a magnificent experience once we were back down, fed, showered and absolutely sure we'd never have to do anything like it again.