I woke up still under the open sky to busy bodies around me and smoke in my eyes. Me and David were the only two ones asleep (bloody IBMers!). I showered with the pump down by the billabong, one eye on the hill to spot anyone who was making their way down so I could warn them of the feral naked hippy, one eye out for the crocs. We all packed up camp demonstrating our great team work that was displayed in set up circling like mosquitoes around out beloved ring leader (word Koci!). On the road again after one stop at the homestead and big hug from Casey.
Goodbye on fork to folk heading to Mosman and cairns, quack quack from mother duck Vit, all hugs, no shaking hands. Drive through red earth, to sand, to grey past ant hill sculptures and green of all shades. Black, black bark sitting stark and red puddles smoothly oozing like lava lamps. Crossed Laura River and Horseshoe lagoon, drove through Olive Grove station and up Peninsula development Road. Stopped at Musgrave Telegraph station for lunch dropped Kate and Sharon in Coen, more quacks, hugs and farewells then crossed at Archer river and as night falls we make our way through a narrow road and straddle washouts to arrive at Fox’s hole. Wade through water with our swags and by torchlight find out way onto a sand island to find a small fire dwindling. Vit wakes her up with breath and bark and we bring down the wood and bacon from the car. Me and Meagan play chef and throw bacon on smoking logs shouting white rabbit, our eyes stinging with soot. Snuggle in swag, stars again, sounds of rushing water going through my head.
Goodbye on fork to folk heading to Mosman and cairns, quack quack from mother duck Vit, all hugs, no shaking hands. Drive through red earth, to sand, to grey past ant hill sculptures and green of all shades. Black, black bark sitting stark and red puddles smoothly oozing like lava lamps. Crossed Laura River and Horseshoe lagoon, drove through Olive Grove station and up Peninsula development Road. Stopped at Musgrave Telegraph station for lunch dropped Kate and Sharon in Coen, more quacks, hugs and farewells then crossed at Archer river and as night falls we make our way through a narrow road and straddle washouts to arrive at Fox’s hole. Wade through water with our swags and by torchlight find out way onto a sand island to find a small fire dwindling. Vit wakes her up with breath and bark and we bring down the wood and bacon from the car. Me and Meagan play chef and throw bacon on smoking logs shouting white rabbit, our eyes stinging with soot. Snuggle in swag, stars again, sounds of rushing water going through my head.
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