Pete's Poem

The old Ford reserve

Attendees

John and Marni ...........Good organisation skills, John expert in finding sttep walking tracks
(motto" the only way is up")
David and Steph..........Ambassadors for Crocs footwear, also excel in camp cooking

Pete and Aida..............Very helpful in camp procedures - Pete trialist for multi toed footwear

Stewart and Di............ Producers of excellant unnamed desserts. Stewart a decamping Critic
(being ex Boys Brigade)

Gordon and Virginia....New Zealand trained experts in river crossing, and astronomy.

Pete and Dawn........... Some poetry and artistic skills.

Mick............................. Culinary skills -Lamb stew a specialty - some
Somw experience in booking cancellations
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Thursday

The call had come from John,to rally
For walking in Megalong Valley.
First an afternoon walk along the Six Foot Track
As far as the suspension bridge, and then back

Our small group ,delighted to be together again,
For camping and walking and no sign of rain.
The Old Ford Reserve our rendezvous,
a good riverside campground - except fot the loo.

A flimsy structure of corrugated tin
With a poor wind strength - without and within.
A rusting pan and concrete floor,
It's only strong point - a unisex door.

Sleeping in a tent was not for Stew and Di
Perhaps there was trouble with zipping the fly
Or maybe they didn't quite like the loo
Preferring airconditioned comfort and a loo that was new.

Friday

Birds in the bush calling in melodic tones
And creeks a bubbling round stepping stones.
Quite easy walking - all seemed happy and fit,
then John played his trump card - the uphill bit.

This upward track soon became steps - a stairway to heaven.
Dawn kept a count - four hundred and seventy seven!
But everyone made it, this intrepid bunch,
Gathered at the lookout to enjoy the view and a well earned lunch.

David looked "with it" in his bright orange Crocs
Nicely set off with royal blue socks.
That evening his brand new barbecue plate, still wearing paint,
Had to be burnt off ,so that the eggs it did not taint

Aida who stayed in camp, her knee being quite crook,
Watched over our gear and read a good book.
A good decision, sure enough
Crossing the streams and up and down steps, just a bit too tough.

Saturday

On the steps of our camper all covered in foil
Lay two chocolate eggs, not eggs you could boil
A pleasant surprise, although it does appear
The Easter Bunny is running early this year.

After a cup of tea, we packed up our gear
And assembled for brealfast at a cafe quite near.
A fitting end to our time together these past two days
Before setting out on our separate ways.