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| WA's Southwest |
| Pretty picture, eh? This is where I started my terrific adventure weekend on Saturday August 11. |
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| This is where one of our guides tipped his canoe twice. I swear the guide I was canoeing with and I had nothing to do with it : ) <--- |
| I signed up on this trip put on by a crew from Tertiary Recreation Consultants. That's a fancy way of saying, "Let's go do some cool stuff outside! I won't tell you what we did. I'll just show you. The top landscape is the mouth of the Margaret River as it empties into the Indian Ocean. That's where we began our canoe trip. |
| We paddled down the top left in this pic, came around that first bend, and pushed right through that second one because it is a sort of forest that's been flooded. It was like a maze. No, there were no dualing banjos. That is a different river. We stopped in the bottom right to sample some bush tucker (properly pronounced "boosh tucka!" with particular emphasis on the exclamation point. |
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| Plums, nuts, spices, emu, kangaroo, and grubs! Mm . . . mm . . . good! Now, let's have them put me on Survivor. I'd kick all their butts! The left are some of my people from the trip. To the right is our main river guide and bush tucker gormet, Smiley. |
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| Our bellies full of the grinning goodness of grubs, our intrepid band of explorers ventured into the bowels of the earth. We entered the cave! |
| The fourteen of us decended relying on the knowledge that we have gleaned from years of college . . . ten of us from Indiana schools. A great understanding of Corn was well represented in the center of the earth. |
| I had absolutely no trouble finding my way around the cave |
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| Caves are bitchin'! What's great is that there are some in Indiana That's the end of the first day. It was wicked cool. We had a canoe race back. Alas, many got cold and wet as they were victims of some crafty canoeing on the part of their competitors. My canoe companion and I didn't win, but we stayed dry . . while others didn't. Ha ha ha!! |