Continued from Wayper
Styx will be doable, says Leo over diner, a fairly ordinary steak at a fairly extraordinary price.
I’m excited as we head to find a camp.
Stix is the one I wanted to do when I suggested the trip.
But also… I don’t know. I’m not as excited as I should be. I’m feeling a bit shit.
Saturday dawns bright.
Me not so much.
I crawl out of bed and spew.
I struggle to walk down to the others. I’m going to have to tap out. Says I
I think you should harded up, says Madie. Then looks up. Oh, you look like death.
Here, she hands me some pills. I take them and take a sip of water. I spew.
Yeah I don’t think you should come says Leo.
I find a tree to lay under and try not to feel too sorry for myself as the others head off for an amazing adventure.
At some point through the afternoon I scratch something out of my itchy ankle.
I think nothing of it.
I’m not in much of a state to think. I don’t even think to be worried the others are running late until Russ gets me a message over his InReach to say they are ok and have just reached the exit.
It’s almost dark.
Some time later they arrive back in camp with tales of amazing adventures.
I ain’t even care I missed it… but I take the first bite of food I have been able to without spewing
Next day I wake feeling a little worse for wear but much better.
Belatedly I realise I’d started picking up almost as soon as I scratched whatever it was out of my itchy ankle.
I can’t be 100% sure but I think I’d had a reaction to a tick. It was dumb luck that let me scratch the little fecker out without doing more harm.
Anyhoo I still haven’t made up my mind if I’m up to canyoning today.
We’ll do Rosewood, says they. It’s an easy half day. It’s like the Empress falls of the Northern NSW. You’ll be fine.
Well alrighty then
Kylie, Madie, Leo, Russ, Jason and meeeeeee
I’m glad I listened to them. It’s pretty with action packed abseiling at the end.
The moderate water levels made it hella fun too
Zero leaches or ticks were taken home by Flynny this day.
the dreamers of the day are dangerous, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make them possible.” – T.E. Lawrence
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