It had started out such a great day. Sun shining, the freezing westerly winds had abated, and we looked forward to our hike out to Shelter Hill.

All packed with the required lunch stored in our backpacks we set out to enjoy a rare fine day.

By midday, we had made it to the picnic area and decided to find a spot and gather our breath before undertaking the rigorous trek to the top of the hill.

Refreshed after a languorous lunch, we set off full of expectation at the beauty that we knew was in front of us.

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