Don’t
you love it when a plan comes together, even if that plan is so vague as to only
reveal itself as you play along? So it
was with a much anticipated weekend escape in the mountains with some olde
climbing mates. Gooches crater and cave
became the focus (great suggestion Ian), which required some deft navigation (hats
off Ian and Tony), with the promise of a fire and dry digs at the far end. We weren’t anticipating a party of 19 showing
up at dusk, but by this stage the beer antics had largely worn off, the whiskey
was kicking in, the fire and wood pile were stoked, and amusement was provided
by the assortment of minimalist campfire cooking on display – from the chemical
experiment requiring no fire at all, to naked sausages slowly turning to ash.
When
we finally did get round to cooking it was a feast that wont be forgotten in a
hurry. Neil’s marinated steaks were
simply magnificent, complemented by roast spuds, sautéed mushys and veges, red
wine, more whiskey, puddings and marsh mallows.
A fantastically starry night gave way to morning drizzle, which
eventually cleared by the time bacon and egg jaffles and rounds of coffee and
tea had been put away mid morning. The
walk out was easier courtesy of light packs and a refreshing swim in the creek.
One
of the best weekends I’ve had in a while.
Must make sure more years don't slip by before we find an excuse do it
all again. Thanks chaps!
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