Friday, May 06, 2016 – 16.22 km
Some excerpts from today’s journal notes:
‘Terrible flies, shouldn’t they land on animal crap somewhere, failure as flies’
‘Flies terrible!!! 100 at once. Piggyback on backpack.’
‘Flies miserable. Almost insufferable but haven’t committed suicide.’
‘Flies inside tent – happy to be two centimetres from eyes until made to be two centimetres from eyes.’
‘Flies disappear with darkness.’
And no, I don’t take many notes. 60% of today’s notes were about flies.
Anyway, the HT followed a road before turning onto a dry, rocky streambed. Progress was slow, but the gorge was beautiful.
I saw feral goats – two cute kids and mother and one that looked injured.
Eventually the trail veered away, climbing for awhile before descending to a plain and following fences across flat ground with nice views of the ridges.
The campsite, Eyre Depot, consists of a small shelter with rainwater tank and a lovely albeit exposed flat spot for tents. Supposedly the tank is less reliable than the two nearby, but it currently contains water. There’s no one else here, and I saw no one on the trail today – the rest of my time in Australia has been filled with company, so having some solitude is nice.
I must elaborate on (whine about) the flies. I own a headnet but didn’t bring it because I never imagined that the flies could be as numerous as they are. New ones kept latching on as I walked today, compiling into 100+ by the time I arrived at the campsite. I tried to urge myself to serenity by thinking of that Troll 2 actor (‘OH MY GODDDDD’) but it’s hard when the flies get near my nose or mouth, and a few times I became so annoyed that I had to sit with my hands over my face. The weather is supposed to cool down tomorrow, so hopefully that will help.