A Day At The Gorge
Trip Start May 09, 2013
41Trip End Jul 01, 2013
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Where I stayed
Somewhere between Springsure & Carnarvon Gorge
What I did
Biggest fanny in the world
Arrived at the Gorge about 10.30am had a brew then set off on a walk to the Moss Gardens - simply stunning. I would love to commend the national parks for the work they do in making all these beautiful places so accessible. Even crossing streams was made easy by the strategic placing of big boulders by the park rangers. Mrs Sellers however does not feel comfortable with stones or rivers. She had a bit of a mishap on one of the crossings and ended up arse over in the water. For the remainder of the walk she had to endure water in her hiking boots. I would like to say that I don't feel in anyway smug about her misadventure as I feel sure it's only a matter of time before I fall over or into something, my time will come.After the moss gardens we went to the amphitheatre, this is nature at it's best. Quote of the day from Mrs Sellers " Jings, it just looks like a big fanny", none of us could disagree with that. Inside the amphitheatre we all took our turn to sing, I thought I sounded amazing, Baz on the other hand who did a number from Les Mes sounded very ordinary.
It was after 3pm when we got back to the car park, we had sussed out a possible overnight camp stay this morning on the way to the Gorge so that is where we headed, if it wasn't suitable at least we had time to find somewhere else while it was still light
Camel pack: I don't mean herds of camels that roam together, I'm talking about that ingenious device that you wear on your back, you fill the bladder with water, this in turn is dropped into the backpack then a piece of tubing runs from that with a kind of teat type thing on the end which conveniently ends just over your shoulder within sucking distance of your mouth. Bazza of course had spare to share on our walk into the gorge. Fred & I chose to take just one of these canny devices, as for both of us to gear up would appear a little over the top for a 3hr walk. The more you drink, etc. etc, enjoying the scenery was the priority not looking for a place to urinate every 30 mins. We made it to the Moss Gardens before having to wet our whistle. Fred was first to try and coax some water through the pipe, I thought he was going to hyperventilate without even getting a drop of water to his lips. I had a turn, within 30 seconds I felt my face take on the sculptured look I've always dreamed of, very defined cheek bones. Try as me might we never even managed to draw water over the hump of Fred's shoulder. In the end we removed the bladder undid the cap and satisfied our thirst within seconds. I felt Baz's despondency when I returned the camel packs due to lack of sucking power. Suffice to say that Fred & I will be sticking to a water bottle.