Castle Hill

I finally made it up to Castle Hill; the monstrosity of a hill that is just 3 meters shy of being a mountain residing in the center of Townsville. Why haven’t I been up there yet? Well, I suppose it is a mixture of laziness and patience. I did not want to climb it like the typical American tourist or the international students who rushed to the top of it within their first days in Australia. This mixed with the fact that Boyd and Chris and Lauren asked me to run up it with them for about a week and I rejected their offer due to studying combine for my “lazy” approach.

“Patience” is applicable because deep down, I knew I would climb it. This special day came on Tuesday when Boyd, Lauren and I set out for a climb up the hill via a dirt/stone path and stairs and then a jog down the hill along the road.
We got a little later start than we originally wanted. The scenery was still beautiful on our ascent. Although we missed the sunset the sky was gorgeous - all on fire with oranges and yellows elegantly framed by pinks and shades of deep purple. Rather than running down the hill – none of us were really feeling it –we walked down enjoying the scenery and quietness of the night. I am glad I finally made it up what is arguably Townsville’s most well-known feature; the company of good friends made it that much better.