Canyon Family Legend
This was a response to a request from my niece, Elouise, to go canyoning for her birthday. As part of family legend her Mum and my brother and his wife had taken our 65 year old mother canyoning. One of my other brothers, William, had explored pretty much all known canyons in the Blue Mountains in the 70s and published a book of photographs. From that time Mum had harboured a desire to go canyoning and had an adventurous spirit. The length and difficulty of the Bell Creek Canyon had been underestimated. One thing led to another and two of them stayed overnight with her on a sandy beach, keeping her awake and warm, while the other one went out to call the rescue. William and a friend arrived with the SES in the morning to find Mum walking up the exit track wondering what the fuss was about. My nephew, Tom, then a little tacker proudly told everyone that his Gran was stuck down a canyon.
The legend lived on for decades in family lore and is oft recalled.
Jump in from the ledge to start.
Scramble down the chute.
Balance along slippery walls.
We all stayed warm in long wetsuits – William for first time wore a wetsuit and surprised himself how warm a canyon could be.
Stunningly beautiful canyon scenery at every turn. Sunlight shafted between green walls and vapour rose in steamy clouds from breathing and evaporation off wetsuits.
David, “Just back there I felt in the right scale – very small in such a grand place.”
The new dark grey executive volleys were the fashion item of appropriate footwear.
A birthday cake after the canyon proper on a sunny beach.
Long hot 38 degrees walk out. Climb up with a rope belay.
Matt, “This is turning out be a long expedition.”
Perhaps this was a small new addition to the family story.