A Day At The Gorge

Trip Start May 09, 2013
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Trip End Jul 01, 2013


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Where I stayed
Somewhere between Springsure & Carnarvon Gorge
What I did
Biggest fanny in the world

Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Monday, May 13, 2013

  Woke this morning to the sound of some bloody big lorries thundering by on the way to the mines.  Considering we camped overnight so close to the highway we had a pretty peaceful nights sleep.  I'm feeling a little apprehensive today as I will have to christen our on board toilet, we've had a few tinkles in it but no substantial deposits have been made.  Fred did consider going behind the gravel mound, but whilst we would have been spared his morning ablutions, passing traffic would have had a view of something I'm sure they would have preferred not to see.  It was a lovely drive into the gorge, we passed huge crop farms, saw our first emus in the wild and quite a few roos lying about under the trees.  Fred's towing skills were again tested as he traversed a few water crossings and drove for the first time on steep and winding dirt roads.  He did very well, even though at times his knuckles had turned a bit white.  Speaking of knuckles, mine look more like they belong to a prize fighter, every time I open the overhead cupboards I bang my knuckles on the ceiling. The doors seem to be spring loaded and I keep forgetting to control the speed at which they open.  Oh and I also forgot to mention to-days episode with winding up the awning.  That awning will be the death of me.  I'm in charge of the tape again as it rolls up, after yesterdays effort where it shot out of my hand with the speed of lightening, I thought at least today I would get the measure of it, not so!  I thought I was doing well until I realised that I would need to be a foot taller to control it right to it's fully wound up position.  Rather than do an impression of Mary Poppins I let go of the tape and yet again it smacked into the side of the van as it came to rest.  Fred has said that I am no longer allowed to control the tape or the wind up, it's a position of trust that obviously I can't be trusted with, I'll drink to that.

 Arrived at the Gorge about 10.30am had a brew then set off on a walk to the Moss Gardens - simply stunning.  I would love to commend the national parks for the work they do in making all these beautiful places so accessible.  Even crossing streams was made easy by the strategic placing of big boulders by the park rangers.  Mrs Sellers however does not feel comfortable with stones or rivers. She had a bit of a mishap on one of the crossings and ended up arse over in the water.  For the remainder of the walk she had to endure water in her hiking boots.  I would like to say that I don't feel in anyway smug about her misadventure as I feel sure it's only a matter of time before I fall over or into something, my time will come.After the moss gardens we went to the amphitheatre, this is nature at it's best.  Quote of the day from Mrs Sellers " Jings, it just looks like a big fanny", none of us could disagree with that.  Inside the amphitheatre we all took our turn to sing, I thought I sounded amazing, Baz on the other hand who did a number from Les Mes sounded very ordinary. 
  It was after 3pm when we got back to the car park, we had sussed out a possible overnight camp stay this morning on the way to the Gorge so that is where we headed, if it wasn't suitable at least we had time to find somewhere else while it was still light.  Our campsite tonight is actually a memorial site, it is dedicated to Some American & Australian airman whose plane crashed in the area due to a very severe electrical storm.  They were en route from Darwin to Brisbane November 1943, the relics of the wreck form part of the memorial.  I always feel a bit sad when I see things like this, as most of these men would have been quite young.

 Camel pack:  I don't mean herds of camels that roam together, I'm talking about that ingenious device that you wear on your back, you fill the bladder with water, this in turn is dropped into the backpack then a piece of tubing runs from that with a kind of teat type thing on the end which conveniently ends just over your shoulder within sucking distance of your mouth.  Bazza of course had spare to share on our walk into the gorge.  Fred & I chose to take just one of these canny devices, as for both of us to gear up would appear a little over the top for a 3hr walk.  The more you drink, etc. etc, enjoying the scenery was the priority not looking for a place to urinate every 30 mins.  We made it to the Moss Gardens before having to wet our whistle.  Fred was first to try and coax some water through the pipe, I thought he was going to hyperventilate without even getting a drop of water to his lips.  I had a turn, within 30 seconds I felt my face take on the sculptured look I've always dreamed of, very defined cheek bones.  Try as me might we never even managed to draw water over the hump of Fred's shoulder.  In the end we removed the bladder undid the cap and satisfied our thirst within seconds.  I felt Baz's despondency when I returned the camel packs due to lack of sucking power.  Suffice to say that Fred & I will be sticking to a water bottle.                        

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Caz on

Oh Hel, how are you coping - you know how you're, lets say, a bit of a control freak (in the nicest possible way of course) - you've got Bazza dealing with all emergencies and now your important tape monitor job has been snatched from you!

curryinahurry
curryinahurry on

Oh you do know me so well

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