Storm over Musgraves

I knew this wind meant business, dangerous business. I rushed to Dad and told him the whole story—the wind, the sparks, the wild fire, and my little blue bowl.
‘What campfire?’ Dad smacked his lips, yawned and turned over.

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The Wonder of Mt Woodroffe

Even before we started striking up the slope of Mount Woodroffe, our varying levels of agility and skill at mountain climbing, separated the young from the older. Richard, Phillip and Ashleigh youthful men at the peak of their fitness, lead the way. The older men, lagged far behind, taking frequent rests, the first being a hundred metres from the starting point.

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TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (5)

    EGG SOUP   The sun lingered above the horizon as we returned from a hike to our campsite at the base of Mount Woodroffe. ‘Ah, an early tea,’ Dad said. ‘It’s always best to cook while there’s daylight. We can make an early start.’ ‘Well, after that disappointing jaunt to find that damned waterhole you […]

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THE STORM

SHELTERED    [Extract from Trekking with the T-Team: Central Australian Safari 1981]   Swaddled in my comfortable cocoon, I listened to the wind howling. An angry torrent of wind struck the camp, kicking over billies and sending flames from my campfire darting across the sand. I yawned and pulled the groundsheet over my bedding. Looks […]

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