First Overnight Bushwalk

20 03 2009

As I listen to The Mothers of Invention, drinking Cabernet Merlot with Pasta, Sauce, Veggies and Nuts, I think back to yesterday morning… morning… morning…

A bus drove six groups of ten students an hour away from campus to Kooyoora State Park. Each group was led by two third-year students. This would be us first-years’ introductory bushwalk. We had backpacks prepared for any kind of weather; turned out to stay above 70 the whole 2 days (even the night was rather warm). We got dropped off in separate locations and traversed through the bush. Staying on a path that took us to an old cemetary, we ate lunch. Walking off the path that took us through dead branches and over-run shrubbery, we found ourselves to our campsite.  The plan had been prepared by our leaders, two very nice and helpful females (and, just as an anti-sexist sidenote, through-out the trip, the girls held their own, sometimes better than the guys).

We went to a rock incline with an amazing view. Cut into the rock were small pools Aboriginees had carved to collect water. Such a nice spot deserved a fiew minutes’ rest.

At night, we slept in a small clearing on tarps, directly beneath the stars; and wow, they were bright and numerous and beautiful. Constellations spoke in shapes; levels of light distinguished space: a bright line near the horizon, and around the pole of the straight-up top,the darkest violet, sparyed with sporadic dazzles and dimmer shimmers; a night sky to wonder with, to humbly sit underneath and wish all the shopping malls were destroyed and this serene space would be all need be to reside in their place.

In the morning, we made our way through some serious off-path bush (bush bashing, as some one called it), allowing the openings to dictate a path, rocks to climb over or brush aside, decisions decisions, and all so much fun. Back on the road, time moves much slower; but there in the deepest depths of the overgrow, time is no factor; only movement.

We finished the trip off inside of a rock: caving. ‘Twas a narrow hole we fit through, and a passage the width of a Dune-sized (big) worm. We slid through to a living-room type of space where we sat in pitch black silence, breathing in coolness… sh… it’s real. The power inside this cave was stupendously calm and majestic. We each said what went well this trip and what we ought to work on. Personally, I loved the views and the off-path funness (truly, a remarkably thrilling landscape), and I must exercise and stretch more, to work on positive-attitude-endurance.

The bus picked us up on the road by the caves. A nap and a shower and a hearty meal later: I am tired and feeling fine. Shabbath Shalom faithful readers. LECHAIM!




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