Sunday, December 28, 2008

Boxing Day at Cowra

It was a beautiful day to be outside, play with the hose, and try to make a positive difference.

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This ladybug and I had the same idea.

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Jo organised for the crew to gather for a few quiet ones at The Valley on Boxing Day afternoon.

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Jedda perches on Pia's lap.

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Can you guess how this trick is done?

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Xmas in Canberra

Jen and I had a full-size tree at house this Xmas.

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Patch was at sea at the Hodgson's gathering on Thursday.

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The enormous beach ball was worth the exhausting inflation procedure. Can you spot the Waboba?

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Teamwork and understanding are essential.

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Of course, even with the heat, these kitties weren't interested in a swim.

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Casuarina Sands '08

You'd appreciate a beer or two and a paddle too if you'd had to inflate this boat without a pump. Tough, but we made it!

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Casuarina Sands was deep and cool last Sunday. Here, I flee from pirates intent on capsizing my vessel.

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Now, Roberts prepares to be boarded!

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After no small struggle, we all fit on the boat!

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All aboard!

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

CB goes "Boom" en route to Murramurrang N.P.

A few of us made a brisk journey down the Kings Hwy to Batemans Bay and joked that Ash might have made better time had he slip-streamed behind a cyclist. Then we hoped that it was just a flat tyre that held him up. In fact, Ash was testing was the endurance of a 20-something-year-old motorcycle in mountainous terrain with no engine oil. Yes, he hitch-hiked the last 20 km down to the bay.

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Ash resorted to hiring a ute to transport his busted motorcycle.

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Back up in the mountains, we loaded up the POS.

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At Emily Miller beach, I hurled a spear.

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Queue sad music for Ash!

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Captains Flat and Wyanbene Road

Ash, Phil, Jen and I stopped off at the Captains Flat hotel on Friday afternoon as we made our way South-East from Canberra.

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The GS500 made good time over the dirt section of Captains Flat Rd to its intersection with Krawarree Rd.

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At the Wyanbene campground, we strung up our hootchies in a variety of configurations. I favour a peaked roof; my construction is shown below.

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Phil's accommodation was based on a similar design.

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Thankfully, the timber was drier this weekend than last; we could make a blaze without fire-starters. Jenny and I, beers in hand, prepare to cook sausages and eggs on the campfire.

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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Wild Ride - Part II

The rain ceased and the wind eased by morning. On Saturday, we were greeted by beautiful rolling hills. Though, at the time, we still had pretty much no idea of where we had ended up!

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Unperturbed, we rolled our hootchies up, strapped our gear back down and set off for Braidwood.

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Optimistically, we elected to ride in shorts for the first section. Our first task was to get directions.

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A rustic, black-bearded farmer told us to back-track and make our way to Numeralla. I later found that we had travelled further South than I had realised. (Numeralla is only 20k's ENE of Cooma). With only 100k's of fuel left in the tank, I conked out 20k's from Braidwood. Thankfully, Glynn returned with his tank full. Then, we simply proceeded to grasp a wheel each and pour straight from his bike! We were back on the road again and en route to Emily Miller beach.

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The weather cleared (as I predicted). We took our spears out and I managed to give a luderick a fright. The body-surfing was good. We battled gale-force winds on our return to Canberra on Saturday evening, utterly exhausted as our adventure came to a close.

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Wild Ride - Part I

The rain whittled our band down to the most rugged characters. We departed from Scrivener Street at approximately 5.30pm on Friday afternoon.

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I poured the water from my boots at Captain's Flat and then took the wrong road out of town. The sloppy clay was a poor excuse for a road but we battled on. Hope was still shining in Glynn's eyes as he posed in front of the Tallaganda State Forest. (At the time, I erroneously thought that it was the Deua National Park).

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On a good day, texting and driving is a poor option. Watching a video on your camera while riding in slop is even worse. I lifted the CBR250R from my hardy companion and displayed its fresh coating of mud.

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This video may give you an idea of how slippery the road is! Could you keep this up for hours on end?


The light ran out and, compelled by imminent hypothermia-induced collapse, we made our camp on the side of a hill in an isolated sheep paddock. Glynn had a blaze going shortly so we dined on snags and a few beers while the wind picked up and the rain returned.

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Like a genuine Out-Door Idiot, I rigged up a hootchie that withstood all that the elements hurled at it. Glynn erected his hootchie in a surprisingly compact and sturdy manner.

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And so, we conclude the first chapter of our adventure into New South Wales' sparsely-populated South-East.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Wedding at Repentance Creek

Jenny and I flew to Brisbane en route to her Auntie's wedding in Norther NSW. Our contingent stopped in at Coolangatta for lunch and I took a dip. The water was cool but certainly not cold like on the South Coast. Development associated with Surfer's Paradise is visible in the background.

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The heat and humidity in Repentance Creek, NSW, were remarkable. I'm pictured with Jenny and some of her family who travelled to the wedding.

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Jen is amongst the women who tossed petals for her Auntie and her husband.

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The humidity had to give. Jen and I pitched our tent in a ditch that filled with water. I wallowed in a puddle on Sunday morning. Good trip, though.

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