The ten minute walk to Russell Falls would have to be one of the easiest going around where the draw card is such a magnificent spectacle. It's not quite dead flat, but you won't be out of breath when you arrive at the three-tier Falls. Be warned, though. Visitors Centre to Russell Falls is a piece of the proverbial. Venture onwards, up to the lookout at the head of the Falls and on to Horseshoe Falls and the Tall Trees and you'll be finding a lift in the level of exertion.
Horseshoe Falls are, however, worth the effort. We were happy to head on towards the Tall Trees until evidence of rainfall had us hauling the ponchos out of the back pack, covering up and heading back. It was one of those situations where whatever you do is wrong, but we'd accomplished what we came for and managed a bit more, so no one was complaining.
In any case, based on whatever you do is wrong theory, if we'd decided to continue it would undoubtedly have pelted down while our decision to turn back probably ensured the eager wet weather clad Trekkers we found heading outwards were probably going to be able to get all the way to Lady Barron Falls and back.
It wasn't a case of an immediate departure since a rash on the legs had Madam heading out to the car for lotion while Hughesy stood in the foyer unintentionally eavesdropping on conversations between people behind the counter and individuals on the public side of the divide. It's difficult not to overhear a conversation conducted about a metre away from you, and even harder when the topic under discussion involved snow falls and the various levels the chilled precipitation was coming down to, with as low as four hundred, though only in flurries, being a distinct possibility in the near future.
Not for this little Northern drake.