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Published: January 22nd 2014
Or how what should have been a simple walk in the forest turned into a five hour ordeal involving snakes, leeches and a call to 000.
But I digress. Let's start from the beginning...
Sadly there are no visual images to accompany this crazy story but this link will put you in the picture: http://www.grandstrzeleckitrack.org.au/
The tranquil camping spot in the Tarra Bulga National Park located in the Tarra Valley is beautiful. Lots of bush, wildlife and very few people. A great place to relax and catch up on some reading. The boys (Obie and Dean) were keen on doing a walk in the morning but I didn't think it sounded like a pleasant Sunday stroll. Details were sketchy, there was mention of leeches and it might involve some steep climbing and/or descending. So I drove them up the hill, dropped them off and went back to the van with the kids. About an hour later they returned, brimming with enthusiasm. There was another walk further up the hill which began at the Grand Ridge Road and was 5kms along what Dean and Obie claimed should be similar terrain to the walk they had just completed. Easy. Okay - we had lunch and then set off for what shouldn't have been a taxing time in the forest.
(With apologies to George Wyle and Sherwood Shwartz (who wrote the Gilligan's Island theme lyrics))
Just sit right back and you'll hear from Obe,
A tale of a fateful walk
That started from the Grand Ridge Road
And left us feeling sore.
Obe was Mr Optimist
Dean was brave and sure.
Jane, El and Harry also set out that day
For what should have been, a two hour tour...
The sun was shining brightly,
Not a grey cloud to be seen,
For 500 metres the climb was steep
But the next 5 ks were easy, said the navigator, Dean
We came across a long black snake
Lying by the side of the track
It quickly slithered into his hole
He wasn't coming back
The grass was getting longer
Our nerves were slightly frayed
Curled up in the middle of the sunny path
A brown snake was in the way
Just another obstacle to pass along the route
But what to do
When the markers dropped out
Nobody really knew
Obie and Dean, the optimists
Did their very best
To find the way back out
Of this Tarra Forest mess
Blundering around for three hours
The five were getting tired
No food, no water and fighting off
The leeches who were wired
We're 100 percent not going to
Spend the night out here
Said Obie with a smile on his face
I couldn't hide my fear
At 6 o'clock it was looking grim
The sky was overcast
Phones at less than 10 percent
Let's face it, we were lost
The call to triple zero
Was not as easy as it seems
Told to stay where we were, don't separate
Things were looking bleak
But before we settled in for the night
Dean took a call of nature
Although he'd dropped his glasses
He spotted an orange marker!
At 7:30 we finally
Stumbled out of the trees
A bedraggled sight to be sure
The police had heard us in the breeze
Giving us water and some chocolate
We eagerly gobbled it down
How the hell did we get lost?
Said Obie with a frown.
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