Here we go again! It is really hard having to leave Balingup! My feet are tired from all the walking and I am having to hogtie Joan to get her out of here. She love the hampers and platters. LOL And Bonbon, she wanted to take every scarecrow she saw home with her. Saying goodbye to CJ was hard too. She had to leave early and will be missed by all. OK finally, back packs on, binoculars on my neck, sunglasses and most of all bug spay for those pesky little insects. Here we go!
Day 1 was uneventful except for some of us getting lost. But we always manage to find our way back to group. I think those pink hats help. The birds love to screech at them and so I am learning to follow the noise. Here is a black cockatoo.
We just passed an area that had been recently burned by a brush fire. It really brings to mind how careful one must be while in camp. A few of the campsites have a fire pit but mostly we use our little hexamine stove with the tablets to cook with. Another bird sighting, this time an Emu.
The dreaded cardiac hill is in front of us. Oh my, now I know why it is named that. I huffed and puffed all the way to the top. I even ask Bonbon to tie a rope and tow me up but NO, (what kind of friends is that) Once to the top I had to go back down. My first thought was to just lie down and roll, but that would make me dizzy and that is no fun, so I got my trusty walking poles and very, very carefully made it down. I was passed by a whole bunch of kangaroos, they sounded like thunder as they hopped by. Geez, I think one was even laughing at me!
Finally we make it to Gregory Brook Campsite. I think that this is my favorite campsite so far. It just has a different feel about it and maybe because I see other campers near us tonight.
After setting up camp and fixing a nice Salmon Casserole, we decided to treat ourselves with s'mores. Yum!
Sitting here with a full belly, very content watching the stars popping out, listening to the sounds of the critters scampering near the campsite, hearing the bubbling brook ramble on by my tent . It is like an orchestra playing. All in tune, majestic, somehow I just know that all is right with the world.
OH my Ann, is that the Pigmy Honey Possum? Look there everyone, on the stump.
They are so tiny.