Day 9 Gawler Ranges National Park.
Yandinga Campground to Chillunie Campground.
Old Mate Johnny Cash sings a great song that goes something like
this:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Thursday was like a Tuesday in downtown sunny Warrnambool – real slow. The birthday party turned into a rip-roaring affair, with full participation from all. Highlights for the boys included party hats, poppers and some nice beads for the birthday boy Carl. We wnt long and hard, a local sponsor jumping on board to supply the tunes, Gawler Rock FM. Thanks to their DJ.
Awards went off with Mitch getting a teddy bear to put with his nice teaddy bear blanie that he has next to his swag. The Time Lord, Dr Hooch had a moment the previous day when he hit the swag eject button in the Tardis while diving along, and he ejected his own swag from the trailer. It survived, but he got an extra bit of rope to tie it down; it was left at the Park by Goog Denton just for this purpose. Rohan got the spring for showing great resilience on the trip,putting up with us old blokes and to encourage him to pull through the day and spring back into action as he was feeling pretty rough.
We slowly rolled around the bottom of the park, checking out Paney Station (old mate and missus lived there in the 1850’s with 11 kids), a shearing shed and finally settling at Chillunie Campground on the
northwest side of the park. Lunch of sausages and two minute noodles, then just about everyone had a chillax
(several even nodding off). Various tour parties then struck out from the camp, with Dr Hooch taking one crew in the Paj, and Brocky leading a party on foot up and around the rim of
the gorge we were in.
All were back in time for tea and swapping stories of the day, and al in bed earl
Yandinga Campground to Chillunie Campground.
Old Mate Johnny Cash sings a great song that goes something like
this:
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Thursday was like a Tuesday in downtown sunny Warrnambool – real slow. The birthday party turned into a rip-roaring affair, with full participation from all. Highlights for the boys included party hats, poppers and some nice beads for the birthday boy Carl. We wnt long and hard, a local sponsor jumping on board to supply the tunes, Gawler Rock FM. Thanks to their DJ.
Awards went off with Mitch getting a teddy bear to put with his nice teaddy bear blanie that he has next to his swag. The Time Lord, Dr Hooch had a moment the previous day when he hit the swag eject button in the Tardis while diving along, and he ejected his own swag from the trailer. It survived, but he got an extra bit of rope to tie it down; it was left at the Park by Goog Denton just for this purpose. Rohan got the spring for showing great resilience on the trip,putting up with us old blokes and to encourage him to pull through the day and spring back into action as he was feeling pretty rough.
We slowly rolled around the bottom of the park, checking out Paney Station (old mate and missus lived there in the 1850’s with 11 kids), a shearing shed and finally settling at Chillunie Campground on the
northwest side of the park. Lunch of sausages and two minute noodles, then just about everyone had a chillax
(several even nodding off). Various tour parties then struck out from the camp, with Dr Hooch taking one crew in the Paj, and Brocky leading a party on foot up and around the rim of
the gorge we were in.
All were back in time for tea and swapping stories of the day, and al in bed earl
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