These three sisters don't want to go to Moscow

Two hour train out to the Blue Mountains. A milestone: the kids keep each other entertained, some of the time.

After a rainy afternoon perfect for naps, the sun comes out and we stroll down the street to the Three Sisters lookout. Perilous stairs take us to one of the rock pillars. T. rides in style.

That's us in the shadowy nook on the lower left.

The way back up is just as steep but has the advantage of not facing down.

When we get back up, the sun is setting behind the mountains, with a golden glow on us and a pink light on the clouds that just keeps getting more glorious, until eventually it tires itself out and turns gray.