Holidays part two

As we descended from the plateau the landscape changed rapidly. Passing through a pine forest the bus went dark and the sounds of birds went quiet after we had been serenaded by bell birds. It is a peculiar land holding at Barrington with state forests still 'managing 'land alongside the national park. Private property coming out of the Park is also bizarre as it is so steep that farming would be an almost useless pass time but still some time ago some one thought it could be a profitable enterprise.
We marvelled at the landscape around us with many ohs and ahhs. Scone was waiting for us to refill the camp larder a d to make sure we were heading in the right direction for Washpools camping area. A pretty spot that lays beneath a sandstone bluff that is part of the Towarri National Park. Camp cricket was the hit and so was the swim in the lovely shaded swimming holes that we washed off in after the exertion of a few rounds. We explored around the creek but decided to head of the next morning for a new camp spot with a side visit to the burning mountain. We practiced our survival/ retrieval skills when one of our crew went down with a pulled muscle. It was a good trial to prove to ourselves that if things did happen to go really pear shaped that we had the skills and ability to get our person back down to camp. It was a good kilometer in steep terrain and we placed our patient on a camp bed fortified with carrying poles.