The whole weekend, I had that line (from Crocodile Dundee) in my head. Yes, I went camping. Pete picked me up on Friday night and got Gary on the way through. Traffic to the Sunshine Coast was terrible, as expected, and we FINALLY got there, the tent was already set up, and the fire was burning. Nice.
Where: Amamoor
Saturday morning we ate a HEAP of food for breakfast and then headed off on our pushbikes for a fire tower which was 10k’s away. We got most of the way, and were shagged, when we saw it miles away on top of a giant hill, so the unanimous decision was “screw that”, and we headed back. There had been some pretty hairy moments leading up to then, some where airborne, so I decided to be a bit gingerly. Until, of course, a huge hill.
At the bottom of said hill, were some deep, hard ruts, and at high speed, with your wheels in different ruts, it was chinatown, and I was catapulted off. Apparently I flew 15 metres from where I came off. All I remember was biting the dust, and “coming to” by the side of the road with quadruple vision, in what is probably best described as a “Saving Private Ryan” moment.
The front wheel of the bike had somehow turned into a pringle, but the rest of the bike was completely inedible, so Daniel and I wheeled our bikes down the path, while the other fellas rode on to get the car and pick us up.
With a bit of convincing, and a few hundred kilos of weight, we managed to straighten up the wheel, and the next day, we rode ~40k’s (round trip) to a pub, stopping off occasionally to throw boomerangs.
Monday, we had breakfast burritos. The other fellas wanted to have a walk through the forest, but I was content with breathing, let alone moving. So we packed up, and Dean and Berny collected me. It is indeed correct that we caught a DVD at Berny’s. “After the Sunset”, which was very funny, but will have to wait for another time.
Got a killer photo of my stack that I’ll have to upload when it gets developed. Til next time, Woodee