running 38:42 [3]
shoes: Saucony Jazz
From Bundeena, around the beach towards Port Hacking Point, although I didn't make it quite to the headland and never found the aboriginal carvings because I took the track which crossed the peninsula not realising that I should have kept going up the beach a bit further. Maybe I didn't see that track because at that point it was absolutely pissing rain. George & I flew into Sydney under clear skies (to my surprise, because rain was forecast) and then decided to head south because neither of us had ever been to Royal National Park. When we got to Bundeena - somewhere I've always wanted to go and which turns out to remind me of 1770 (Town Of) in Qld - the sky was suddenly suspiciously black in the east but I really wanted to go exploring so I did. Because of having taken the wrong track, when I hit the east coastline I turned south, exploring rock shelves for a bit (with the rain I was reminded a lot of the Bicheno sprint) and then following a sandy 4WD track which, even when I realised I wasn't on the signposted loop, still appeared to be going in an okay direction for hopefully just clipping the SE corner of town, which it did. Map memory got me back to the car ok, appetite whetted rather than curiosity satisfied. We'll have to come back here another time - I've always wanted to catch the ferry to Bundeena, maybe because it seems a world away from the metropolis that is Sydney. And there's lots more to see and do in the national park, although running the coast track Otford to Bundeena is probably beyond me these days.