Crooked Brook

The weather gods did not smile on us at all. After a very wet night, the day was quite unpredictable. With sunshine and heavy showers, one after another. From our parking spot at Crooked Brook, there were walks in several directions. I had forgotten to pack my waterproof jacket, but Helen (a Bibbulmun Track veteran) kindle let me borrow her spare one. Even so, i got very wet during one heavy downpour, then decided to sit out the next one and stayed in the car for an hour, trying to catch up with my blog offline.

We managed to have lunch in one of the shelters near the carpark and make use of the toilets there: always a bonus. After that, there was a choice of returning to the cabins or visiting a local brewery. Most people went home, but four of us decided on the brewery and Arlene paid for our drinks on behalf of the Nats Committee. She is Vice President, but they are lacking a President, which is a big problem for the club. There was a staggering choice of beer and cider, made on the premises. The dining room was packed, and at 3.00 pm it seemed that people were still eating, drinking or waiting to be served.

Back at the cottages, we all met up again at Number 3. Don had decided on a Q and A session given by Helen and myself: a sort of debate on the relative merits of the Bibbulmun Track and the Camino de Santiago. To me the Bib would become boring after 2 or 3 days walking through forests.