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Adventures on the Turon

Many moons ago we set up camp on the Turon River below Hill End. With us were four or five families with kids, dogs and two Landcruisers.
I was the camp master, assisted by the last King Scout who built tables, chairs and tree houses out of branches. One of the Landcruiser drivers was told when he bought the vehicle it would go anywhere and with him driving it did!
The other driver was more sedate but still managed to capsize his vehicle descending the fire trail, ending up leaning against a sapling above a 300 metre drop … the only person upset was his mother Peggy who was upside down in the back and wouldn’t get out until she’d recovered her bottle of whiskey!
We set up a circle of tents, with the cooking fire in the centre. Everyone was sitting around telling yarns with the chuckling river as a background.
Late that night a very much in lust couple arrived, Tony and Sheila. I suggested they set up their tent in the circle but they grabbed their gear and headed for a secluded spot in a creek bed about 200 metres away.
During the night it rained heavily. Later there was a great roar. I jumped out of my swag and ran outside. The dogs were barking and sleepy people emerged from their tents. There wasn’t anything to see so we all went back to bed. It wasn’t until breakfast that some asked the whereabouts of Tony and Sheila.
“That roar during the night was the creek coming down. They were camped in it.”
Adventures on the TuronWe hurriedly made our way there, it was still running fast and there was no sign of the couple except for a bit of tent. We organized a search of the main river as we thought they may have been washed downstream. We got the local policeman Bob involved in an all day search then as darkness fell we lit fires on the surrounding hilltops.
I took my Alsatian, Leo, and headed up stream calling out their names. It was the only place we hadn’t searched. I gave up after stumbling into a Tiger Pear patch. I had to sit and remove the hard thorns from my feet as they go straight through the soles of your shoes. I next had to do Leo’s paws, then to top it all off in the dark we nearly walked over a cliff.
“That’s it Leo! We’re going back to the camp.”
We got back around midnight and we all decided that we couldn’t do anything until day break so we all turned in. Bob the policeman said he would come down with a search party of locals in the morning.
I was up early starting the fire so I could boil the billy for a coffee when the dogs started to bark. Staggering towards the camp were Tony and Sheila. Tony was half carrying Sheila. I called out for help. We soon had Sheila on a camp bed. I asked Tony what had happened.
“It was bedlam. I was terrified. We got washed out of our tent and scrambled to the bank of the river in the dark. When it got lighter we assumed we had been swept further than we first thought. We started up stream and walked for hours. When Sheila’s feet gave out we found shelter and fell asleep. After we woke we decided to back track and here we are, tired and hungry.”
Just then a convoy of vehicles led by the police car pulled up. Bob got out and came over.
“It seems you don’t need us, what happened?”
As thanks, I invited them all to a big breakfast of pancakes while we heard the story over again.     hMany moons ago we set up camp on the Turon River below Hill End. With us were four or five families with kids, dogs and two Landcruisers.
I was the camp master, assisted by the last King Scout who built tables, chairs and tree houses out of branches. One of the Landcruiser drivers was told when he bought the vehicle it would go anywhere and with him driving it did!
The other driver was more sedate but still managed to capsize his vehicle descending the fire trail, ending up leaning against a sapling above a 300 metre drop … the only person upset was his mother Peggy who was upside down in the back and wouldn’t get out until she’d recovered her bottle of whiskey!
We set up a circle of tents, with the cooking fire in the centre. Everyone was sitting around telling yarns with the chuckling river as a background.
Late that night a very much in lust couple arrived, Tony and Sheila. I suggested they set up their tent in the circle but they grabbed their gear and headed for a secluded spot in a creek bed about 200 metres away.
During the night it rained heavily. Later there was a great roar. I jumped out of my swag and ran outside. The dogs were barking and sleepy people emerged from their tents. There wasn’t anything to see so we all went back to bed. It wasn’t until breakfast that some asked the whereabouts of Tony and Sheila.
“That roar during the night was the creek coming down. They were camped in it.”
We hurriedly made our way there, it was still running fast and there was no sign of the couple except for a bit of tent. We organized a search of the main river as we thought they may have been washed downstream. We got the local policeman Bob involved in an all day search then as darkness fell we lit fires on the surrounding hilltops.
I took my Alsatian, Leo, and headed up stream calling out their names. It was the only place we hadn’t searched. I gave up after stumbling into a Tiger Pear patch. I had to sit and remove the hard thorns from my feet as they go straight through the soles of your shoes. I next had to do Leo’s paws, then to top it all off in the dark we nearly walked over a cliff.
“That’s it Leo! We’re going back to the camp.”
We got back around midnight and we all decided that we couldn’t do anything until day break so we all turned in. Bob the policeman said he would come down with a search party of locals in the morning.
I was up early starting the fire so I could boil the billy for a coffee when the dogs started to bark. Staggering towards the camp were Tony and Sheila. Tony was half carrying Sheila. I called out for help. We soon had Sheila on a camp bed. I asked Tony what had happened.
“It was bedlam. I was terrified. We got washed out of our tent and scrambled to the bank of the river in the dark. When it got lighter we assumed we had been swept further than we first thought. We started up stream and walked for hours. When Sheila’s feet gave out we found shelter and fell asleep. After we woke we decided to back track and here we are, tired and hungry.”
Just then a convoy of vehicles led by the police car pulled up. Bob got out and came over.
“It seems you don’t need us, what happened?”
As thanks, I invited them all to a big breakfast of pancakes while we heard the story over again.

Banana Breakfast Pancakes

Ingredients
4 or 5 ripe bananas
1 ltr coconut milk
1 ½ cups of plain flour
3 eggs
½ teaspoon of vanilla
Butter for frying
Throw the lot into a bowl except for the bananas. Blend and let sit for an hour. Then mash up the bananas and stir into the mixture.
Cooking
Heat a pan with a little butter then cover the base with some mixture. Fry until slightly coloured then turn and cook the other side. Flip onto a plate and fold over with any of the following, fresh fruit, honey, raw sugar, grated coconut, maple syrup or lemon juice.