In downtown Townsville, Queensland stands the monolithic Castle Hill dominating the city’s skyline. It was yesterday that my friends and I set out to conquer the climb to the top. The path we decided to take to accomplish our goal was the path of greatest resistance, the goat track. Being a true Colorado girl through and through, this should have been an easy feat. I was born a mountain climbing fiend after all. This time, however, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I may have just met my match.
As hard as it is to admit I may have been outdone by Castle Hill, it’s even harder to believe. I’ve never had any problems before hiking up the side of a mountain. What makes it worse is that a chain-smoker was leaving us all in the dust while I was lagging behind on the verge of dying. I was gasping and straining for breath and my legs were protesting from the physical activity. I’m not sure if it’s because it was winter when I left Colorado and I wasn’t doing much aside from being a couch potato, but I’m pretty sure that has something to do with it. It has too!
Whatever the case for my lack of hiking prowess yesterday, the views of Townsville, Magnetic Island and Cleveland Bay are absolutely spectacular. I’m glad to say that I lived to tell the tale of the day I succeeded in slaying the giant. It was well worth it.
Those not faint of heart and looking for a challenge should attempt the climb along the goat track. It’s a must do for those who find themselves in Townsville. Just don’t get discouraged by the locals running up and down the path.