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As
all the other parties set off on their tramp it appears that the
medium wet party is the last to make a move. Hopefully it hasn’t
set precedence for the rest of the trip.
Today out party
is made up of four people. Anthony our esteemed leader, Barbara,
Susan and myself. Our destination today is the Paraha Stream. We
set out and before long we come to some clearings in the bush
and get to see some awesome sights of the beach. We even have a
look to see if we can catch sight of the fast party on the
beach. No such luck, no doubt they are long gone. We continue on
our way heading for the beach and the sand dunes. As we get
close to the swamp area Anthony and Barbara are talking to each
about other how much the swamp and the grass on the dunes have
grown. For some reason I get the feeling, we are at some stage
going to take a wrong turn.
My thoughts
come to fruition when we come to the blackberries and everyone
has a good feed.
Barbara is out
in the front, checking with Anthony who has a mouthful of
blackberries, to see whether we are going the right way.
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He
says "yes and to keep going". Barbara decides that
Anthony can take over the lead. He does and very proudly leads
us on a nice merry dance. We seem to traipse all over the place
before he decides that we should be on the far side of the swamp
where the sand dunes are. Dare to say we finally made it to the
sand and Anthony had the cheek to blame it on the blackberry
picking.
While
on the sand dunes we come across a party of teenage school kids.
To be nice we say "hello" and ask them how they are
doing and they give the standard reply of "fine". By
the time we get to the last group and ask them "was it
worth it". Their groans of anguish said it all but the
replies of "No" confirmed it. We all laughed as they
had obviously just come out of the swamp at the other end.
Onward bound we go so we can reach the shelter for lunch. Much
to my horror, the peace and tranquility I was hoping for at
lunchtime was not to be as the Catholic Tramping Club were there
busy banging away fixing up the place. Oh well, there is always
another time.
After
a quick bite to eat we ready ourselves for the next leg of our
journey, the stream bash. I notice Anthony is quick to wipe out
his water camera and to hang it around his neck. |
