Heart Country

Two weekends ago, Alex and I took a day to drive south, into the valley pockets between Wollumbin adn the Border Rangers. This is zhenzhi country (or the "homeworld"). It's also my heart country. Here, the rain slides down the mountains and gullies to form crystall, bubbling creeks that wind their way among the hills to form the Tweed River, the river I grew up on. I'm from the coast, where the river smells of salt, lined by mangroves, and from the back garden, where my parents still live, you can see the mountain. I remember my father teaching me how the mountian and it's caldera shaped our weather, and watching storms split in two around it's peak. Once a year or so, Dad would take us out there, driving through the valleys to hidden places - rainforest reaching to the sky. It's beautiful country out there. Perfect for a Saturday ( visit )