Let me tell you about the day my camera almost died ( Read more... )

For those who haven't been, here's a nice pic of the Black Spur.
( The Black Spur )

Overall, I was a little dissatisfied with camping this weekend. There really wasn't a lot to do there. I read a book and a bit and wrote a few notes for nano, but the rest of the time was all about cooking, cleaning and eating (although not in that order). Breakfast might take 5 minutes to prepare in Melbourne, but in the bush you have to boil the ( Read more... )

Let it be known that a joke I tell in this entry is completely mine and not in any way stolen from Beej, who was more on the ball than I was. Ahem ( Read more... )

The last thing you must do before you leave on your camping trip is forget your camera. And sure enough, the last thing I did before I left was forget my camera. (Thank you to a certain rubbery-faced, British comedian for that one.) Thus, there are no photos taken by me in existence. Poop, poop, poop.

( Long-winded adventure story )

I've spent the afternoon wondering how I would write this journal entry. The 3.5 hour journey home was one of those "life as a series of moments" type feeling, where unrelated happenings had nought but a comma to seperate them, followed by an obscure relation. Since I know I have grown to hate that style of writing, perhaps that is why, since I ( Read more... )

A camping we will go
For several days in a row

No, I'm not a poet as this is testament to.