By mid-morning, the novelty of a good night’s sleep (after none the previous night: deflated mattress, Mr. K snoring, the pitter-patter of rain and rustling of animals near the tent), had worn off and the war against the invasion of little black flies had taken over.Read more "Trekking With the T-Ks (2)"
Originally posted on leeannemarieblog:
More Adventures in the Lost City, Kings Canyon [Extract from Trekking With the T-Team: Central Australian Safari 1981] Rick’s Rockhole Sunday August 9, 1981 My bladder ached with cold. Unable to bear the urge any longer, I peeled off the layers of sleeping bag, pulled on my boots and braved the…
Back in the mid-1980’s my brother rarely used a map, not a map I could see. The Adelaide Street Directory, all faded and lying on the back seat under the stiff-from-salt-beach towels, doesn’t cover way-out country areas such as the Flinders Ranges.Read more "Flinders Trekking with Younger T-Team"