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I and this mystery here we stand.


I am endeavouring to give you a bit of a tour of the Russell Falls section of the exquisite Mount Field National Park. The good thing about this section is that it is accessible by paved walking track, this means that toddlers and babies can make the trek without too much difficulty. Here you can see Jen and Ez on the track that leads to the falls. As you can see, you could even get in with a wheelchair.

Comments

Roddy said…
Is that a young Tasmanian tiger I spy in the pouch, being so cleverly carried by Jen?
yamini said…
Yipppeeeeee!!!! We got to see Jen after so long.

Rather than calling Ez the mystery (which I guess u intended in the title), i think it is Jen who is more of the mystery for us visitors to your blog.

She has a certain elusive quality around herself.

Do tell her this. and the next photograph of the two short pigtails on Jen's head and the impish smile of Ezra are awesome too.

You are one lucky guy, really!!!!
KL said…
Come on! don't insult Henry. Though he is a toddler, but he doesn't need that road. Being a brave adventurer, he can mount any obstacles and climb any road.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no, that's Ezra. You must be on drugs.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I post as many as she lets me.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, poor old Henry. He has a rough life.
Roddy said…
Kris, only the ones prescribed to keep me alive. And only low doses at that, thankfully.
Keep an open mind, he may one day play for the Tassie Tigers.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, one can only hope.

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