..a queasy, disorienting feeling came over me. Something was missing. I stood there on the roadside, checked for wallet, sunglasses, lens cap, glasses: all present. I clicked on the camera, reviewed the last shots from my Sineo-San walk, trying to spark a memory, saw this one of the cherry-bordered mountain road I’d just descended… Advertisements
Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can’t even think of a word that rhymes… ~ Alice Cooper Band Yup, school’s out — not for summer, not forever, but for 12 glorious days.
That last post was a little dark, even by my standards, so…let’s go night-hiking!
GREAT OCEAN WALK: Day 5 The first rain of my hike began with periodic drilling on my sil-nylon roof some time after midnight. Almost soothing, though the pattern of recurrent waking had resumed. I’d had a good few hours, though, and got up one final time in darkness to lug gear to the shelter table. Lit the stove while I packed; after coffee I topped up the beer-can stove and burned off some of my remaining metho for added light and log-cabin homeyness… ~ Journal entry, 17 June, 2011
GREAT OCEAN WALK: Day 4 Got started at a positively tardy 6:05am. The best sleep yet, all the way through to about midnight, from which point I woke pretty much on the hour every hour. Allowed myself the luxury of a starter coffee in the shelter as I packed, then I was off into that jet-black night.
GREAT OCEAN WALK: Day 3 Walking back from the cemetery last night, the shouts and shrieks of what sounded like a thousand youngsters grew louder and my fears were realised as I entered a radically transformed camp.
GREAT OCEAN WALK: Day 2 For the second time this morning I stop, lean onto my stick, and ask myself what the hell I am doing.
GREAT OCEAN WALK: Day 1 I have seldom seen a more fearful section of coastline ~ explorer Matthew Flinders, on the Shipwreck Coast I settled back in my window seat and felt the tension float free as we shrieked free of the tarmac and began our journey south. Weeks of planning, one final late night frantically trying to get everything in order before a few hours’ dubious sleep…
My trip to Victoria’s Great Ocean Walk in a few weeks is in the works: plane tickets bought, campsites reserved, a week’s leave from work okayed. It’s going to be cold, and windy, and possibly wet — well, my masochistic streak is well documented.