To climb, you basically step up onto huge thin pegs which spiral around the tree. Each step is the equivalent in height of two-three normal steps, so each step up is a stretch. There is nothing to prevent you falling to certain death, or at best, being impaled on a nail further down the tree!
Kate was keen to go up and I don’t mind heights so we agreed to go to the middle platform, but once there, and we’d caught our breath, I thought ‘what the heck, we’re halfway there, let’s keep going’. Kate was completely fearless and would have scampered to the top if I’d let her.
|Third of the way up - that's Elizabeth in the right hand corner of|
the ground level platform.
| It was only when we climbed down the tree that I noticed the 'Tree Climbing Risk' sign, |
which included not climbing on wet or windy days, wearing appropriate
footwear and no children. All of which we had inadvertently ignored!
We later had a picnic lunch at another climbing tree, the Gloucester Tree, slightly shorter at 58 metres. I was in no mood to climb another one and Kate didn’t mention it. Just manoeuvring onto the picnic table seat was painful as by now my legs were more like jelly. We were content to sit and watch others, knowing we had successfully climbed the tallest climbing tree in Australia!