I joined in a gathering of people honouring the creator of this Universe (ideal for the purposes of this walk), looked around some of their property, woke Dad, accepted in principle an invitation to a shared meal tonight at Jeff’s place called a “circle”, & Dad dropped me out to the spot he droppede up from last night at 11am. Off I go with a walking stick for each hand. A cooler day today, almost ideal for walking.
Wow, half a dozen black cockatoos - some with red under the wings and it looks like some with yellow,
start squarking and flying from the trees on either side of the road as I walk near. (Rats! I didn't get my phone camera out quick enough to catch them closer.)
Around 11:45am I come to this welcome sign:
Pronounced “By-boor-a”, a servo, & a school, & a few hundred people with acreage blocks live around here. And, would you believe it, in the middle of “the scrub” here (well, beside the servo), this is what I found…
Kirsten, shouted me a coffee and we talked for a while…
She told me about a free camping spot just past Mt.Milloy, “Just watch for the crocks - fair-dinkum!” She says, “I’m not kidding. … You don’t swim in the creeks… there are salties even here.” Well, it has started!
Beware! They are! - Don’t be where they are.
Well, I walk on… thinking of what beckoned or drove on that fellow who split human history in two, acting as truth teller, bridge builder, & whom millions of people would gladly claim as leader of humanity… then two blokes carting big bales of hay [Luke (left) & Mark (right); cousins, from Mt. Molloy] pulled up to give me a ride to Mt.Molloy.
we stopped and chatted for 20 min, and they offered a place to park just past Mt Molloy tomorrow night. See how we go. Thanks heaps men. How thoughtful in stopping, & tuning in. Thanks too, to those who have influenced our culture such that there are blokes like this still around. Not just disembodied “motives”, but enactments that display & exhibit them.
They said there's a truck weighing area coming up on the right where people sometimes camp, but don't get tempted to camp near the lagoon after that because they've lost more than 10 horses to crocs in that Lagoon. Backs up Kirsten’s advice around lunch time.
My daughter, with my newest grandchild en utero, rang to say G’day, then Dad arrived, and we talked about me walking on to the truck weighing area. . I don’t think I will suggest we camp next to the lagoon tonight.
I walked to here..
Then left my walking sticks beside the monument:
Dad picked me up & I tried to fix our shoes, which were starting (today, for mine) to ail. So got to Jeff’s place for dinner late. Lovely time with a VERY DIVERSE GROUP!
Bevan, Annie, Jeff, Mick, Vicki,
Graham, Lynette, Jeff, Ian (? Is that right,?), and Maia missed the photo. Rats! - & sorry.
How good is this! At the end, we were then showered with Annie’s lovely cake and Jeff & Vicki’s mandarines, and Joboticaba fruit! We filled the van with water & headed back to where I made it walking during the day, so I could take off first thing in the morning.
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