Corners of passion

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A tribute to our beloved country… Hope they and the whole world be safe soon…

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“from my previous visits to Rome”

T-Team Series–Top of South Australia

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Mt. Woodroffe

[This time, the T-Team with Mr. B scale the heights of the highest mountain in South Australia, Mt. Woodroffe. Even back in 1977, Mt. Woodroffe being on land owned by the indigenous people, we needed permission and a guide. Don’t know what happened to the guide back then, but we had permission. The situation has changed in the 42 years since we climbed…more about that later.

Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for the opportunity to share the T-Team’s adventures in outback Australia.]

The sun climbed over the horizon, its rays touching the clouds in hues of red and Mount Woodroffe in pink.

MW1c-the goal Mt W[Photo 1: Mt. Woodroffe, our goal © C.D. Trudinger 1981]

In the golden light, packs on our backs we filed up the gully. The narrow creek in the hill-face gave way to the slopes leading to the summit. With no defined track except for euro (small kangaroo) ruts, we picked our way through the spinifex. Rick carried his .22 rifle in the hope of game for dinner.

MW2-CA77Lee002c[Photo 2: Hiking up the creek © L.M. Kling (nee Trudinger) 1977]

‘You’ve got to watch that spinifex,’ Dad said. ‘If you get pricked by it, the needle stays inside your body for years.’

‘Years?’ I asked. ‘What does it do there?’

‘It works its way through your body and eventually it comes out through your hands or feet or somewhere.’

‘Yuck!’

‘Ouch!’ Rick screamed. ‘The spinifex just stung me.’ My brother stopped and pulled up his trouser leg to inspect the damage and then muttered, ‘Next time I’m making shin-guards.’

‘I guess one should be careful when one answers the call of nature out here,’ Mr. B said.
Matt sniggered.

I gazed at the acres of spikey bushes and decided to resist the call of nature.

MW3-sting of spinifexCDT81[Photo 3: The sting of Spinifex © C.D. Trudinger 1981]

 

For more of this adventure click on the link below:

Top of South Australia: Mt. Woodroffe continued…

 

© L.M. Kling 2019


Or check out my travel memoir available on Amazon

Trekking With the T-Team: Central Australian Safari

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T-Team Adventures with K-Team the Younger (K-T-Y) — Tasmania

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K-T-Y Tassie Adventures
Wineglass Bay, Freycinet Peninsula

[In 2009, it was my turn to be the Team Leader of K-Team, the Younger (K-T-Y), who were teenagers; one, of whom was a certain 15-year-old son who would’ve preferred to be playing computer games rather than travelling around Tasmania. This time the K-T-Y team venture to Coles Bay on the Freycinet Peninsula which is on the East Coast of Tasmania.

Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi who has given the opportunity to share my family’s travelling adventures in Australia.]

We need an Aussie “Brat Camp”, I thought as we trudged up the steep path. The best beach in the world, but did Son 2 care?

I turned and yelled, ‘Come on, son!’

My 15-year-old Son 2 shuffled up the slope, his head shrouded in emo black hair bent as he stared at the gravel. A cry sounding like a demented “Chewbacca” echoed through the valley, ‘It’s too hard!’

Son 1 and girlfriend had raced ahead.

‘Hurry up! We’re being left behind,’ I shook my fists at Son 2, ‘it’s getting late!’

‘Urgh! There’s flies!’ Son 2 batted the air around his face. ‘I need a rest! I’m tired!’

WGB1-Oyster Bayc[Photo 1: Oyster Bay to the West with Maria Island © L.M. Kling 2001]

I stumped back to my son who then leaned against a rail. Oyster Bay glistened blue in the afternoon light and boats with white sails bobbed on the water. I was beginning to appreciate the effort and patience my Dad took to take my brother, cousins and me on safari all those years ago in 1981; our adventures documented in Trekking with the T-Team: Central Australian Safari 1981.

I waved a hand over the scene. ‘How can you not appreciate that view?’
Son 2 grunted.

‘It’s better on the other side,’ I said remembering our previous foray eight years earlier up and over the rise of the peninsula to Wineglass Bay.

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[Photo 2: Memories of Wineglass Bay © L.M. Kling 2001]

Another grunt, then, ‘Okay, let’s go.’

We trod up the path.

I imagined Son 1 and girlfriend way ahead. But there, at the next lookout, Son 1 bent down, hands on knees, his girlfriend patting him on the back.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.

‘I don’t feel so well,’ Son 1 said. ‘I feel dizzy.’

Plan to hike to Wineglass Bay postponed until next morning, we trudged down to the car, and then drove the 20 minutes back to our cabin at Coles Bay Caravan Park. Son 2 grizzled all the way back. ‘Oh, why can’t we? I was just getting into it.’

WGB3-Coles Bay beach sunsetcc[Photo 3: Compensation: Sunset on Coles Bay Beach © L.M. Kling 2009]

 

Find out if the K-Team the Younger succeed in their quest to reach Wineglass Bay.

Just click on the link below:

K-T-Y Tassie Adventures