Yesterday, I was given a piece of profound wisdom:
"Don't put you iPod in water. It will get wet."
So, the very next day, guess I do to my iPod?
I put it in water. And it gets wet.
I wasn't trying to!! Honestly I wasn't. *Puts on her best angelic face* But sometimes, when someone annouces such a statement, we simply must try it for ourselves. Just so we know it's for real. There is something, deep within our inner soul, that longs for truth and puts forth questions to even the most obvious of statements.
I mean, what's wrong with getting my iPod wet, anyway? Or what if I put it in lemonade?
All I can say is: don't pull your hair. It hurts.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Gone Fishing
The whole idea was born when a friend of Dad's told him about this super-duper fishing place on the South coast. Dad doesn't fish, but decided it was a Dad's duty to get the family away doing something together these holidays and announced we were off to the wilderness for a few days.
There were a few points wrong with that. Firstly, the only fish I ever remember the family catching was a spiky puffer fish.
Secondly, the road our friend recommended wasn't even on the map. Or, more specifically, only half the road is recorded. Our map shows the 'track' ending about 5km from the coast. Promising. Ron and I were taking our unicycles in case our old van couldn't make it to the sea.
One good point you could say about this 'fish haven location', is that it isn't in the middle of nowhere. It's smack-bang between Albany and Bremer Bay. Just like the Nullarbor is between Perth and Sydney! Awesome.
But, I do our friend, Colin, an injustice. The road was right there where he said it was. Sure it was a eeny-weeny bit bumpy, and sure Ruben's shirt had turned a shade browner than when we left... but we made it! And it did go all the way to the coast, thankfully.
We stayed one night there. I got one forth of our small tent, which equals a space about two metres by half a metre. I like camping at home, because we would drag out great big mattresses from our beds and ‘rough-it’. With my six siblings travelling, there wasn't enough room for these necessities. I also think the dirt at home is softer than on the coast. The ground I slept on was hard. Really hard. I had a sleeping bag, but when I tried lying down in it, my back honestly started aching. The little nerve men in my spine were hopping up and down, moaning something about my comfort radar going into the red no-go zone.
Another bonus about coastal ground; not only was it hard, it was also sloped. Just a teeny, weeny, meeny, squeezy bit. A few times during the night, I had to shift a little back up the slope to stop squishing my little brother. Poor Maryanne was sleeping on the bottom end. It might have been nice to not have anywhere to roll to, but it might have been very not nice to have three siblings trying not to roll on top of you.
To get to the sea from our campsite, we could either go trekking through a few hundred metres of soft sand; or down this near vertical sand bank. This trip has been great for my education! I now know why professional runners labour through sand dunes for their training.
We had a great time on the seaside! Frolicking in the waves, climbing rocks and fishing. I got to cast a rod a few times and managed to get the line spinning out onto the rocks, where it stuck. It was great to see the fish swimming around look oh-so happy! Especially when they were eating the bait off my hook. I wonder if there are fines for feeding the wildlife...
We caught a total of 3 fish. Four, if you count the one I managed to get! No one seemed very impressed with my prize though. It's about three centimeters long and about as wide. It might be nice to toss into some stew once I wash the sand off. You wouldn't think fish would have much sand on them, swimming around in salty dihydro-monoxide all their life, but this little fella was caked in it when I found him washed up on the shore. Forget the rod, I caught more walking along the water seeing what the tide had brought in.
The joys of camping! Don't you just love it?! I certainly do. Although I must admit it could do without the sand... and the insects... and the uncomfortable sleeping ground... and the smelly dunny... and the grumpy siblings... and I suppose it would've been nice for the sand to be unicycle-rideable. But other than that — fun fun fun!!
There were a few points wrong with that. Firstly, the only fish I ever remember the family catching was a spiky puffer fish.
Secondly, the road our friend recommended wasn't even on the map. Or, more specifically, only half the road is recorded. Our map shows the 'track' ending about 5km from the coast. Promising. Ron and I were taking our unicycles in case our old van couldn't make it to the sea.
One good point you could say about this 'fish haven location', is that it isn't in the middle of nowhere. It's smack-bang between Albany and Bremer Bay. Just like the Nullarbor is between Perth and Sydney! Awesome.
But, I do our friend, Colin, an injustice. The road was right there where he said it was. Sure it was a eeny-weeny bit bumpy, and sure Ruben's shirt had turned a shade browner than when we left... but we made it! And it did go all the way to the coast, thankfully.
We stayed one night there. I got one forth of our small tent, which equals a space about two metres by half a metre. I like camping at home, because we would drag out great big mattresses from our beds and ‘rough-it’. With my six siblings travelling, there wasn't enough room for these necessities. I also think the dirt at home is softer than on the coast. The ground I slept on was hard. Really hard. I had a sleeping bag, but when I tried lying down in it, my back honestly started aching. The little nerve men in my spine were hopping up and down, moaning something about my comfort radar going into the red no-go zone.
Another bonus about coastal ground; not only was it hard, it was also sloped. Just a teeny, weeny, meeny, squeezy bit. A few times during the night, I had to shift a little back up the slope to stop squishing my little brother. Poor Maryanne was sleeping on the bottom end. It might have been nice to not have anywhere to roll to, but it might have been very not nice to have three siblings trying not to roll on top of you.
To get to the sea from our campsite, we could either go trekking through a few hundred metres of soft sand; or down this near vertical sand bank. This trip has been great for my education! I now know why professional runners labour through sand dunes for their training.
We had a great time on the seaside! Frolicking in the waves, climbing rocks and fishing. I got to cast a rod a few times and managed to get the line spinning out onto the rocks, where it stuck. It was great to see the fish swimming around look oh-so happy! Especially when they were eating the bait off my hook. I wonder if there are fines for feeding the wildlife...
We caught a total of 3 fish. Four, if you count the one I managed to get! No one seemed very impressed with my prize though. It's about three centimeters long and about as wide. It might be nice to toss into some stew once I wash the sand off. You wouldn't think fish would have much sand on them, swimming around in salty dihydro-monoxide all their life, but this little fella was caked in it when I found him washed up on the shore. Forget the rod, I caught more walking along the water seeing what the tide had brought in.
The joys of camping! Don't you just love it?! I certainly do. Although I must admit it could do without the sand... and the insects... and the uncomfortable sleeping ground... and the smelly dunny... and the grumpy siblings... and I suppose it would've been nice for the sand to be unicycle-rideable. But other than that — fun fun fun!!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Farewell, My Steve
And so, hereth endeth the year of 2008.
I love New Year Celebrations. It's a reminder to reflect and look back, then move forward. It's the time to make all those New Year Resolutions to break later in the year. A time to think about all the mistakes you've made(like getting addicted to chocolate), and all the good times you've had(like getting addicted to chocolate).
I have so many great memories of this year. A year ago today, Ferny and I decided to call the new year 'Steve'. And so it was, the start of a great friendship. We had our ups and downs and more ups and even a few diagonals.
Out with the old, in with the new. Farewell, 2008. Hulllooooo 2009!
I think I'll call him Trevor.
I love New Year Celebrations. It's a reminder to reflect and look back, then move forward. It's the time to make all those New Year Resolutions to break later in the year. A time to think about all the mistakes you've made(like getting addicted to chocolate), and all the good times you've had(like getting addicted to chocolate).
I have so many great memories of this year. A year ago today, Ferny and I decided to call the new year 'Steve'. And so it was, the start of a great friendship. We had our ups and downs and more ups and even a few diagonals.
Out with the old, in with the new. Farewell, 2008. Hulllooooo 2009!
I think I'll call him Trevor.
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