Outing #13 – Day 6 – A bushfire has started nearby

(Wednesday 5-November-2014)



The adult, lookin' all serious and shit.

The adult, lookin’ all serious and shit.

So this morning was kicked off with the adult/youngen duo walking around the tent, about half an hour ago now.  Still half asleep I thought it might’ve been Broeski, then I realized it was way to early for him to be out.

The juvenile, looking decidedly Un-serious.

The juvenile, looking decidedly Un-serious.

“Crunch Crunch Crunch”, I hear – first at the side of the tent, then right behind my head. “That sneaky rat he’s still around after the Sun has risen? Surely not. So I sit up and unzip the door and these two birds are back; picking at empty plastic bags and picking over scraps that I assume the Possum had left.

The Bubba again, eating.

The Bubba again, eating.

Of course the first thing I did was grab the bag of rolled-oats I have and sprinkle some outside the tent for them and they were more than happy to gobble them up.




I’ve been back a while now, and the walk there and back – though it’s still takes a decent amount of effort – gets easier each time I do it. It wasn’t exactly a gut-wrenching feat before mind you, but I just don’t seem to sweat nearly as much anymore. I used to get back here with my clothes pretty wet I mean, and now I only sweat a medium amount: even when I don’t stop for a break.

Tiny, random flowers.

Tiny, random flowers.

Anyway it’s an excellent feeling once you arrive back at camp and know you’ve got 12 litres of water that’ll last you days. Akin to coming home after doing the weekly grocery shopping; knowing you’re all set and food is taken care of for the rest of the week. Sadly, the food doesn’t change once I get down here: I’m stuck with whatever I’ve brought from day one right through until day ten or eleven. Usually though, by dinner time I don’t really care if it’s the same thing I’ve eaten the night before ’cause I’m quite hungry so as long as it fills me I’m happy.

Though I had no use for it while walking today, the Paper-bark tree is just flat-out the best toilet paper you'll ever use. Like that really expensive pre-moistened stuff you can buy, the bark is not only moist but soft as silk.

Though I had no use for it while walking today, the Paper-bark tree is just flat-out the best toilet paper you’ll ever use. Like that really expensive pre-moistened stuff you can buy, the bark is not only moist but soft as silk.

Of course I stopped here and there for the odd photo or two but to be honest, since I only had enough water for one rather tiny, concentrated coffee this morning when I woke-up I was more focused on getting back and scoffing a few cups than stopping to take pics.




You can't really see the storm-clouds through the trees, but the blue sections aren't blue sky, but clouds.

You can’t really see the storm-clouds through the trees, but the blue sections aren’t blue sky, but clouds.

I’m doing dinner ludicrously early today because I can hear thunder and there are thick, dark clouds starting to build around me. Once the storm starts – or more to the point, the 30km/hour winds – cooking will be near impossible or at least require me to use twice the gas just to keep the sucker lit.



Well it’s arrived and I gotta say there’s nothing as good as being inside a tent during the rain; you can hear the rain pelting the tent’s rain-fly,  smell that fresh, wet forest scent as if you were standing outside and yet not a drop off water touches you. Just like rain on a tin roof while standing by a wide-open window.

The thunder and lightning didn’t last too long, though it’s still rumbling here and there it’s moved off into the distance now.


I’m sure the rain would’ve helped put it out some, though it’s started to ease-off now so it wasn’t exactly an all-day-long torrential downpour.

Still, the fire burns. .

Still, the fire burns. .

The RFS website still has it marked as “being controlled”, and I haven’t heard more than one or two choppers flying around all day so maybe they’ve actually got it licked, so to speak but I can only go by what the RFS says and what I can see, smell and hear.

It’s still 20 hectares according to the notice they posted at 9:30 this morning, and although we were forecast to get strong 65km/hour WNW winds in the morning then 35km/hour WSW winds this evening, so far today there hasn’t been much in the way of wind at all.


The rain’s just started again – heavier this time – which’s good for the fire, and God for generally cooling the place down though some of these lighting strikes look pretty close. I haven’t heard any trees explode into flames or branches fall yet though so there’s no point worrying about it.

What I can hear, is that awesome pattering of rain on my tent. Looking outside a moment ago, I can confirm the ground is completely soaked and it’s still coming down increasingly heavily so I’d be surprised if this didn’t mark the end for a certain fire, although there could well be embers that’re sheltered from the rain – under logs or large trees for example – it’s certainly been coming down heavy enough and for long enough to drench everything here, and since here is just a few kilometers away from the fire yes I’d be surprised if it were still burning when the storm ceases.


Bit of an update. For the past hour or so – however long it’s been since the storm stopped – the big orange RFS water-bombers have been rushing water and flame-retardants into the the fire-front. The RFS says the rain helped, but isn’t sufficient to stop the threat of re-ignition; once the weather heats-up in the coming few days. So I suppose the bombers were brought back in just for some added dousing.



No sign of any Lace Monitors at all again today, though I haven’t seen any other reptiles either. The ground is usually wiggling with little fence skinks and I haven’t seen any so iunno.

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