Outing #6

Day 7 – Sunday 3-Aug-2014

Last day today and all morning there’ve been helicopters flying back and forth overhead. I recognise the police chopper, and there’s another yellow one. Both seen to be doing flyovers of Mt Solitary. I’m down to almost no food whatsoever, so I guess I planned and rationed it well enough, though I would prefer a […]

Day 6 – Saturday 2-Aug-2014

With Outing #6 already all but over, I awaken this morning to find marsupial shit in my cooking pots. Now, I didn’t mind using the pots for food the other night after he’s walked and licked all in it – he is after all my mammalian brethren – but a line has to be drawn […]

Day 5 – Friday 1-Aug-2014

Well the morning was alright today, but this afternoons gail-force southerly wind and patchy rain kept me camp-bound much of the afternoon. On the way back from refilling my water, my White Cockatoo brothers were gathered on the sides of the trail. I stopped, got out some bread, and to begin with held bits of […]

Day 4 – Thursday, 31-Jul-2014

I awoke with a headache half an hour ago, so I’ve had a few Ibuprofen and am now shovelling coffee in me. The wind woke me several times during the night – just so loud. Honestly, if I spent a quarter the time I waste talking to myself writing fiction I’d have dozens of novels […]

Day 3 – Wednesday 30-Jul-2014

Wednesday morning, and I’m getting my starter coffees on me while I decide what to do today. The sun os not only shining today, it actually feels a bit like spring. The usual freezing, pelting wind has been replaced by a softer, slightly warmer breeze. Off for the daily morning walk to refill my water […]

Day 2 – Tuesday 29-Jul-2014

Much to my pleasant surprise, I didn’t see or even hear a single rodent last night. Maybe the week I spent away from here was long enough to break their habitually visiting the camp every night. Don’t get me wrong I love Mice and Rats. Hell I love anything furry and cute, but these particular […]

Day 1 – Monday 28-Jul-2014

So here we are again laying in a sleeping bag on the ground half a dozen kilometers into the Jamison Valley. Sunset has come and gone, and darkness has paved the way for all the nasty, venomous, crawling shit to scurry about unseen. I’d turn my head-torch back on, but that would simply mean having […]