I decided that I’d get away from the house over the long weekend and do a bit of a “recco-mission” ahead of the upcoming AGM at Luina.
So Saturday I drove up the Midland Hwy and via Burnie down the B18 to Waratah, then to Luina.
Naturally, rain set in just before I arrived. I camped at Luina and spent a fitful night, kept awake by the dripping of rain on the roof and the whining mosquitoes that somehow got inside.
Sunday, after an early breakfast I set off to try to find a place betwen Luina and Savage River.
I found the place, but what seemed like almost bare ground on aerial photography turned out to be grass-bushes (we call them “yacca” in SA) almost head high and so dense I did not try to push through. As the rain continued, I turned back and went on to my next planned place, which was closer to Corinna.
I parked close to the main road and decided I’d do a brief “scout about” to check what the area was like and what best to take with me. So I walked down a very, very overgrown track into the forest. After maybe 100 metres, the track seemed to end in a small clearing, so I ventured off a short way until that became impassable, so turned back to the clearing. Except that I couldn’t find it! So I tried another way. No luck there either. After repeating this a few times, I was starting to sweat. After an hour or so, and much wandering, I had to admit I was lost! I had no food, no water, no insect repellent and, by now, all my clothes were soaked. I was resigned I might have to spend a night or 2 before anyone came looking for me. I felt really silly!
To cut a long story short, after 2 hours of methodical trying, I realised I was standing on the very faint remains of an old track, so I decided to follow it and not leave it for love or money. After about 200 metres of hard slog, it was completely blocked, so I reversed direction and, after about 300 metres, I found the track I came in on and came to my car! I was soaked, my mouth was very dry and I was picking leeches off my hands and legs.
The forest there is so overgrown and green, (hence the title) that, despite me leaving “signs” on my way in by breaking branches, leaving sticks crossed, etc I could not find my way back. Although my misadventure was unlikely to prove fatal, I could have been in for a couple of very uncomfortable nights.
It was a valuable lesson for me. Next time I will be extra-well prepared…chain saw and marker paint (and maybe a GPS?) LOL.
Cheers to all,
PS: And on top of it all I found nothing!