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       20230519 Rosie at Wilson's Prom--Victoria
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       Recently, two mates and I bunked out at Wilson's Prom. We
       wanted to get in a couple days of trail hiking. The goal was
       to do one mountain track before taking it easy on the second
       day along the coast.
       
       The trip down was a bit of a day in Dad's Army. We made
       stops along the way for all the things we'd forgotten, such
       as most of the food. We also stopped along the way for pics
       of the scenes that we fancied. I was testing the video
       capabilities of various cameras. The idea was to see how
       well they would capture the conversations in the car and the
       passing scenery outside as we bumped along.
       
       Upon arrival we discovered that the bunkhouse wouldn't be
       ready for a few hours. So we made the decision to leave our
       non-hiking kit in the car before taking off up Mt. Bishop.
       The first part of the hike was a bit eerie. The folks at the
       National Park had decided to burn off a strip of bushland
       along the trail to eradicate a highly infectious fungus
       (Cinnamon). Unfortunately, it's easily tracked in from other
       places on the soles of hiker's boots.
       
       The trek was gorgeous after that section. However, we kept
       waiting for a Velociraptor to come tearing out from between
       the primeval tree ferns and the large gum trees that
       overhung the trail.  We discovered that we weren't too far
       wrong about predators.  To one side of the track we kept
       seeing tufts of grey and white fur. Then, we discovered the
       entrails and jawbone of a large wombat just off the path. We
       speculated to ourselves that it might have been a fox or,
       perhaps, a dog. We strained our neck muscles a bit as we did
       keep looking over our shoulders for any sign of
       Velociraptors.
       
       Sadly, one of my companions twisted his knee badly. So, we
       decided forgo the climb to the summit and satisfied
       ourselves with a more level path on the circuit. Well, it
       did level out eventually. At one point, the elevation rose
       about 200 metres in less than a kilometre. Yowie (an apt
       description of the man) was a real trooper and soldiered on.
       My ibuprofen didn't hurt.
       
       I was in charge of ensuring that the knee was properly iced
       upon our return. So, while Pappy went to hand over pictures of
       the kill to the rangers, Yowie and I went to the Tidal River
       shop. We had thought a bag of ice might do. But, it was $6
       Australian. I suggested a bag of frozen peas. The $4 price
       tag was a turn off. So, Yowie and I (Doc) settled for a small tub
       of chocolate icecream for $10. We both agreed that the value
       point was acceptable. He would have the swelling reduced,
       and we three would enjoy a tasty desert after our ravioli
       dinner.
       
       I'll spend the next few days working with the videos and
       photos. But, I thought that a couple might suffice for now.
       I've made them as small as practicable to account for cases 
       of low bandwidth.
       
   GIF Rosie eyeing my chip...credit to Pappy
       
   GIF A view too cold for a dip...credit to Yowie