I didn’t realize it until we got there this time but I’d been here before, actually a string of bad luck in my early days as a camper involves the Wombeyan Caves. Although there were a few differences between this time and the last.
Last time I was about 9 years old and my dad was in charge of the stereo, so we definitely weren’t listening to Kanye West the first time I was here. Last time we actually camped here with some family and friends for a long weekend. This time I was with some friends for a quick stop, no tents around and no family either.
Playing in the dry creekbed one afternoon with my brother and cousins, doing what kids do, throwing rocks and sticks at things, a flash flood hit. I remember one of my cousins running to the wrong side of the river, away from the tents… The water level actually eclipsed the bridge and she thought she was done for. She had to get rescued by someone with a four wheel drive that was brave enough to drive over and get her. I think almost every tent we had pitched got flooded. Since then, I’ve never doubted flash floods. The most dangerous thing I saw this time was a beehive high up in a cave wall.
This time thought it was safe and dry, we took the dirt road in, jumped down the switchbacks, and then got out to explore. The caves were impressive, no matter how many times you enter a cave there is always that same feeling of awe. The wildlife were super friendly, a problem in fact, some magpies and Indian Mynahs often come in contact with unsuspecting tourists… Watch out! Still, we were only dropping by so having seen a few of the sights we were back on the road to Katoomba. Wombeyan Caves are awesome, I was a bit bummed we didn’t leave more time for them, but there’s always next time.