In 2010, Dean and I had been bushwalking by ourselves for over two years and thought we could improve our knowledge of this activity we enjoyed so much by joining … Continue reading Getting Lost – Epilogue
I considered this would be the first and last bushwalk I would undertake with a group of walkers. Their approach, or more accurately, their attitude, was not for me. I … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 6
I was cut off from the rest of the group and I was starting to get angry. How dare they be so selfish, so self-centred and totally inconsiderate me? Someone … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 5
I just wanted someone to comfort me. I wanted to get out of the rainforest and back to the car. I wanted my husband to come walking towards me, wrap … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 4
I cannot believe they went ahead without me. I know the Golden Rule of Bushwalking: “The group can only go as fast as the slowest walker.” I was the slowest … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 3
Sometimes it’s possible to be so cold, that even a scarf can be the warmest thing we place around us. I was sitting huddled over in one of those retro … Continue reading The Warmest Thing
Dearest Beloved, My heart aches to think that I may have taken you for granted, because, believe me, I don’t. I never have and I never will.
As the skies began to darken, so to my feeling of dread. I was carrying it around in my bones. As if my backpack wasn’t heavy enough, I was weighing … Continue reading Getting Lost – Part 2