Amy's diary entry 5
We bought the Stanthorpe paper yesterday and made it to page three with a great pic of us walking into town... "At a leisurely pace" it read, on our way To Brisbane FROM Canberra. We must've looked like we were making damm good time for having been on the road for only 8 days....
Walked a easy pezzy 18kms yesterday as we were all really keen to check out this "Bald Rock"- we had seen the signs the day before. So we walked the walk( another new breed of cow would you believe - light brown with tuffs of blonde hair) and went over to Bald Rock. I think we all thought we just could drive there, see the rock, take some photo's and be done with it. But no. This rock, might I add the largest granite rock in Oz, was a 1.2km practaically vertial climb and we all had the same opinion - we had come this far, we can't just not climb it. I hate it when teams spend so much time together they think alike.
So we climbed the rock. All should I say we somehow managed to scramble up the face of some massively steep piece of granite, knowing that the slightest glance in the downward direction would be seriously regretted but not been able to resist looking anyway. Then seriously regretting it. I am speaking for myself here I should add - and yes, stretch is afraid of heights.
Trying to control the giggles after seeing Brian's deathdefying flight down the gravel path from tripping over a stone( funnily enough only he saw the stone) we arrived back at the bus and arranged our goodies on the table for lunch. By goodies I mean leftovers that had to be eaten. HAD to be eaten.
The only food that wasn't about to grow legs and run off into the distance was our cheese. It only makes sense then, with the way the world works, that a kookaburra would position himself on a overhanging branch, get his bearings just right and swoop across the table in order to steal the cheese - still in the packet - out of Pete's hands and over to his mates. Nice one. He then decided( the thief kookaburra, not Pete) that the cheese wasn't quite dead enough and proceeded to bash it, in his beck, against a rock. Over and over again. He was really gathering momentum and force at one stage - one miss and he was sure to knock himself out. At least we got the last laugh.
Walked a easy pezzy 18kms yesterday as we were all really keen to check out this "Bald Rock"- we had seen the signs the day before. So we walked the walk( another new breed of cow would you believe - light brown with tuffs of blonde hair) and went over to Bald Rock. I think we all thought we just could drive there, see the rock, take some photo's and be done with it. But no. This rock, might I add the largest granite rock in Oz, was a 1.2km practaically vertial climb and we all had the same opinion - we had come this far, we can't just not climb it. I hate it when teams spend so much time together they think alike.
So we climbed the rock. All should I say we somehow managed to scramble up the face of some massively steep piece of granite, knowing that the slightest glance in the downward direction would be seriously regretted but not been able to resist looking anyway. Then seriously regretting it. I am speaking for myself here I should add - and yes, stretch is afraid of heights.
Trying to control the giggles after seeing Brian's deathdefying flight down the gravel path from tripping over a stone( funnily enough only he saw the stone) we arrived back at the bus and arranged our goodies on the table for lunch. By goodies I mean leftovers that had to be eaten. HAD to be eaten.
The only food that wasn't about to grow legs and run off into the distance was our cheese. It only makes sense then, with the way the world works, that a kookaburra would position himself on a overhanging branch, get his bearings just right and swoop across the table in order to steal the cheese - still in the packet - out of Pete's hands and over to his mates. Nice one. He then decided( the thief kookaburra, not Pete) that the cheese wasn't quite dead enough and proceeded to bash it, in his beck, against a rock. Over and over again. He was really gathering momentum and force at one stage - one miss and he was sure to knock himself out. At least we got the last laugh.
posted by Amy Banson @ 9:07 am
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