One day, we're going to have to resign ourselves to the fact we can't do the things we're used to. Until then, we can only keep moving.

On Sunday, we headed to Kalimna Falls in Lorne for a family walk for my sister's birthday. We met at Sheoak Falls carpark - my sister's family, my parents, and Jamie and I, and started the 2.9 kilometre walk down to the waterfall. Being winter, the track was muddy and slightly uneven - even I was struggling with a sore hip and back from too much sitting to work.

^{Jamie and my brother in law under the falls. You can actually get behind this one into a cave.}

My brother and law walked ahead (the nephews were long gone, already down at the Falls) and chatted before realising we better wait for the others. There was Jamie, Mum, my sister - and no Dad. Apparently he'd said to go ahead, and he'd catch up. We all felt a bit strange - Dad's always been the one to go ahead. But his back's stufffed, and they won't operate on it, so it hurts his leg to walk. That doesn't stop him - he does what he can - but often he just can't. We kept walking whilst my brother in law insisted he go back and get him. Mum was saying to not worry about it - he'd just be waiting back at the car. But, I guess old people need looking after like toddlers. They'd get mad at you for this but they have to let us worry, and accept that maybe they do need looking out for.

^{Dad and my brother in law walking along the muddy track. There's some huge trees around and a lot of fallen ones due to recent high winds.}

My sister and I stormed ahead to the waterfall as she wanted to catch up with the boys. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, everyone else caught up - including my Dad, who soldiered on regardless, much to everyone's suprise.

After mucking about by the falls, we took a slow walk back for a family picnic. Dad would sleep most of the afternoon, Mum said. His waterfall chasing days are drawing to a close.