Flinders Trekking With T-Team (2)

‘Stop!’ Barney groaned. ‘I’m going to be sick.’
‘Oh, no!’ Doris and I cried.
‘Stop the—’ Barney gurgled, and he leaned forward, his hand cupped over his mouth.
My brother slammed on the brakes …

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The T-Team With Mr. B (30)

In the front, Mr. B spread a detailed map over his knees and dashboard.
‘I say, ol’ chap,’ Mr. B cleared his throat, ‘where, exactly are you taking us?’
‘Mount Liebig bore,’ Dad replied.
‘Are you sure we can get there without our trusty guides?’
‘Eventually, we have the map.’
‘But, where’s the road?’

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The T-Team with Mr B (24)

We continued to bump over the rocks and sand where two-wheel drive vehicles fear to tread. Dad recalled his days travelling by donkey along this same track when he explored Palm Valley with his Arunda students.
‘O-oh!’ Dad uttered as the Rover’s underside scraped over some boulders.

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The T-Team With Mr B (5)

The car neared, and we lifted our right hands up and down. The Indigenous owners of the sedan did the same. Dad tracked the car as it passed us. Then he looked back.
‘Felix! (not his real name),’ Dad said. ‘It’s Felix, I would recognize him anywhere.’ He stopped the Rover in the middle of the road.

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K-TEAM South Australia Day 2

‘They want to go to Morialta and see the koalas,’ my husband said.
‘But Morialta’s in the opposite direction,’ I said, ‘surely they can go another day. Anyway, what if I take them to Kuitpo, then we can still go to Sellicks beach and they’ll see some wildlife, perhaps even a koala.’
‘Good idea,’ was the reply.
With an overcast day, what better idea than to hike in Kuitpo forest. Being the sole-K responsible for the tour that day, I had the final say.

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Scanning the grove of gum trees, she expected the aroma of kangaroo roast to greet her. There was none. Cattle scarpered upon her approach. Dust lingered in her nostrils. She could hear a bull grunting at the edge of the clearing.
‘Dad!’ she called in a sing-song voice.
No answer.
Nothing! Not even an annoying whistle.
‘Walter?’ Now she was getting desperate.