A Night In Mount Wilson

 

A little while ago, experiencing a small bout of post-travel depression after our sakura laden Japanese sojourn, we packed our bags and drove up the winding roads of the Blue Mountains. Different family members had spoken with reverence of the rich colours that blanket Mount Wilson in the Autumn. Here, Early Settlers, in an attempt to create the lush forests of their homelands, had filled their gardens and the streets of English and European trees. Intrigued we decided to spend a night camping amidst the red, orange and yellow foliage and taking a cue from the country we had just returned from, we indulged in a favourite seasonal Japanese pastime: 'momiji', by enjoying a morning of Autumn leaf viewing in this deciduous pocket appearing aflame amongst the Australian bush.