Tunnels and Leaving on a Jet Plane


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Today Bob and I picked up our Niece Madelyn once more for the day, also collecting her elder brother Sam this time to drop at school (many, many kilometres away!) at the same time.

That done, we drove to Deek's Dunny (at the corner of the barren waste ground that is now at the corner of the Cotter and Uriarra Roads), where Bob changed out of his tracksuit and ran the 11km home along the good dirt trails through the re emerging Stromlo Forest and the Cork Oak Plantation.

Maddy and I then headed into Civic, and to the transition area at the end of Anzac Parade at 'Gallipoli Reach'. Last week we had headed towards the tunnel play area (that Aki and I discovered and played in last year), however the joys of outdoor sculptures en route meant that we didn't quite get that far. This time we did, and it was a treat for both of us!
After over an hour of climbing up, down, through and down, we reluctantly had to leave to meet 'Uncle Rob' at home and take him to the airport. I was wearing Sports Gear today, although was unlikely to get out for a run - this was a calculated plan as I both plan and want to be as active and 'sporty' with my 2 year old giant, and planned to do lots of running, swinging and crawling around. It was a good move!
Our walk back to the car was necessarily delayed by more great things to climb on, a man made creek to cross by jumping on rocks, and the discovery of a security pass on a hidden track. A phone call to the agency's number on the back didn't bring me any joy then and there, so I followed it up at home where I grabbed some fruit for Maddy, and helped Rob on his way. Fortunately, the pass holder worked at the Airport Business Park, so with her mobile number at hand I could kill two birds with one stone.
The three of us had a drink together before loading on the plane, and then spent a goodly length of time curled up in the window of the airport, waving to the 'nice men who were driving the aeroplanes' looking at the luggage being loaded, and watching plane big and small landing and taking off. It was a good day, with a much loved cheese and tomato sandwich in a cafe before going home for a sleep.
Unfortunately, Bob and I will be in Melbourne next week for the Australian Duathlon Championships, so no play date for Carolyne. There's always the weekend after though, and lots of parks and playgrounds to explore.


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