My Mothers Triumph

This is one of those moments when i was so proud of my mother. It was a feeling im sure she has had for me and my sister on many other occasions... i think... i hope anyway.

This is my mother at the top of Mount Kosciuszko. Now im sure many of you are think, thats not really an acheivement, its only australia and its really a strole not a climb. But the thing that you may not know is that my mother had badly strained her left calf muscle the previous afternoon and had extreme trouble walking. We were all under the impression that she would walk the 1 or 2 kilometres to the look out the go back to the chair lift until we all returned from the summit. After we had all had lunch and were starting our descent we found her still powering up the mountain about 400 metres from the top.

I was so amazed and so excited because it meant that we would all be at the top together. Especially after Kent only just breaking a fever the night before and walking up with us, it was a very special family moment for all of us.