Crisis on Kangaroo Island

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we pruned the crap outa these vines. well, not these...these are obviously unpruned.
Sunday afternoon I returned from the spear fishing trip tired and sandy (inside and out). I must have eaten enough sand over the course of the weekend to fill a fish bowl. Not that I’m complaining; sand in anything and everything you come into contact with, especially your food, is part of the “fun” of camping on the beach, is it not?

The bus was gone when we pulled into the driveway so I deduced that Bob, Lorraine, and Teresa must be in Kingscote. I grabbed my gear off of the truck, thanked Anthony and Rachel for rescuing me from the farm yet again, and made my way through the gate to the yard. My rescuers sped off, eager to get home and de-sand themselves. As I passed through the gate I spotted a familiar face chewing some grass across the lawn by the walkway.
oh get over yourselves, it's just underwear
I made my way to her, dropped all my gear, knelt down and looked into those big doe eyes and said, “hello, Beautiful. Where have you been all my life…or at least the past two days?” she stuck her chin out at me, split her upper lip in what I’ve decided is a smile, and continued to chew her cud in a circular motion as if to say, “I like grass.” I smiled and said “Ditto.”

Just then something caught her attention and she bounded off behind me. Where is she off to? I thought. Did I say something wrong? I'd have to make it up to her with some grain, i joked to myself. And then I saw it…the gate. Before I knew what was happening it had already happened. The gate had caught on the grass as I came through it instead of swinging closed behind me as it usually does.
Anthony and our future meal. Apologies if this offends anyone.
Kairoo was through it and bounding toward the pine forest across the drive before I could manage two steps after her. My heart was in my throat and I must say it tasted a lot like impending doom. What do I do?

FOOD.

I ran to the store room and grabbed a handful of grain. I sprinted back through the gate and she was near the edge of the forest. I called her name; she stopped and looked. I held out the grain and slowly moved toward her; she turned away, uninterested and was off. Kairoo was deaf and blind to me or anyone else at that moment. All she could see was grass she hadn’t tasted, ground she hadn’t felt beneath her haunches, and all she could hear was “freedom” (I assume anyway…maybe she just really likes pine forests). As she bounded away into the forest my heart sank and I knew what I had to do.
I believe this is what's called a saltwater marsh...or at least it is when the water gets high enough.


Run away.

Pack my bag, grab Dad’s guitar, and run like hell. In fact, forget packing. Just grab the backpack on the walkway still filled with grubby clothes and camping gear and high tail it out of there. I couldn’t face Bob and Lorraine. They’d surely be devastated and angry and generally displeased with me and they may even chuck rocks at me. I HATE getting hit with rocks. No, running was my only choice.

Of course I couldn’t actually pack up and go…I mean I was pretty hungry and Lorraine makes some dynamite dinners. I’d have to face them after all.

Around 4:30pm, 10 minutes before they got home, I was in the caravan…asleep. Dead to the world (if you’re sleeping you don’t have to own up to any terrible thing you may have done wrong…genius!).
Emu Bay Jetty jetty is a way better word than pier.
  I didn’t hear them come home and I didn’t wake up until about midnight. They were still up, but I decided to go back to sleep and wait until morning to confess.

In the morning I fed the chooks, swept the path, removing the small, chocolate ball remnants of Kairoo, and went inside to tell Bob and Lorraine what had happened to their dear friend, pet, family member. I told them how I was careless, how I wasn’t quick enough, how she bounded away, likely to get creamed on the road.  And then I told them how she didn’t much like her new freedom and how, 15 minutes or so before they all returned from Kingscote the evening before, she was right outside the gate eating grass. I opened the gate, invited her in, she hopped in graciously, and I went to sleep.
Mr. Pelican. actually could be Mrs. Pelican...i didn't check.


Man, did I have you guys sweating kangaroo turds or what? Feel free to yell at me for that…I’m pretty sure Amy was laughing the whole time she was reading it because she already knew the outcome. Seriously though, for a couple hours there I was really hating myself and wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Good thing I didn’t…I would have missed dinner.

Aside from the prison break incident and the heart attack it nearly caused me, there really wasn’t any excitement the rest of the week. Bob worked with Tim, Teresa and I helped Lorraine prune the vineyard, and it rained. A lot. Which is good.  Thursday I did laundry and took a picture of my underwear because there just aren’t enough pictures of damp underwear hanging from a clothesline on this travel site.
Mrrrisses Pelican. s/he's bigger than i am. s/he could probably eat me.


Saturday Rachel and Anthony came over for tea (also known as dinner, which is confusing because I think we’re just going to have some tea and cake, but instead we have dinner and dessert). Afterward they took me out shooting on the farm.

Bryan vs. the Possums and Wallabies….Round Two

My bullets managed to make contact a lot more frequently this time, although my aim is still laughable so Rachel had to put most of what I hit out of its misery with her own dead-eye accuracy. The last wallaby I hit was a clean shot though and we brought it and one of Anthony’s casualties home so that they may have the honor of being our dinner sometime next week. It’s sad I guess to be killing all these fuzzy little creatures, but it’s just the way it is here.
locally they're called "shags" but their real name is hard to pronounce so i purposely forgot it.


Sunday we went into Kingscote to go to church. Going to church in Kingscote equates to six people in a small rented activity center with a couple hymn books, a guitar, and good stories. It was probably the most tolerable time I’ve had at a church ever. You might even say I enjoyed it.

After church Bob treated Teresa and I to a beautiful drive along a bit of the north coast of the island. We made our way through gorgeous farmland and stopped at Emu Bay and Stokes Bay before heading back home. There was a huge pelican at Emu Bay and I managed to scare him off his perch on the tires not once, but twice. All I wanted was a good photo; all he wanted was for me to get the crap away from him. Understandable…I probably smelled of human something awful.

Stokes Bay was the highlight…it’s breathtaking.
tires and rainbows should hang out more often...both roundy.
Yeah…i said breathtaking. So what? Getting a good photo of Stokes Bay only requires that you close your eyes (turn your camera on first), spin around ten times, stop, point, and click. You arrive at a rocky beach, surfers dotting the..uhm…what's the word...surf, and if you walk to your right you can make your way through the pseudo caves formed by the large boulders leaning against each other. You'll emerge from the boulders onto a sandy beach at the base of a rocky cliff pocked with small caves; perfect for stashing a sleeping bag in and falling asleep to the crashing sounds of the surf. The only downside to our Stokes Bay stop was that I’m a clumsy dork and rolled my ankle on a stupid little pebble and it hurt very much a lot and I had to hobble around the whole time.
proof that there is in fact a tin boat at Emu Bay. don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
But who cares; check out the pictures—they’re awesome!

I’ve only 9 more days left on Kangaroo Island before I pack up and head for Cairns on the tropical north coast of Australia (i win!). I’m more than satisfied, thrilled even, with all I’ve seen and experienced here and am excited for a new scene (not to mention warmer climate). I can only hope that I’ll meet people just as generous and hospitable as Bob and Lorraine and their family.

There’s a lot to see on Kangaroo Island (hopefully you’ve gathered as much from my crappy photos) and the people are great, so if you have a chance to make it down here, I highly recommend you take it.

That’s all! See ya!


Koralifix says:
Awesome pics :)
Posted on: Apr 28, 2009
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we pruned the crap outa these vine…
we pruned the crap outa these vin…
oh get over yourselves, its just …
oh get over yourselves, it's just…
Anthony and our future meal. Apolo…
Anthony and our future meal. Apol…
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I believe this is what's called a…
Emu Bay Jetty
jetty is a way bett…
Emu Bay Jetty jetty is a way bet…
Mr. Pelican. actually could be Mrs…
Mr. Pelican. actually could be Mr…
Mrrrisses Pelican. s/hes bigger t…
Mrrrisses Pelican. s/he's bigger …
locally theyre called shags but…
locally they're called "shags" bu…
tires and rainbows should hang out…
tires and rainbows should hang ou…
proof that there is in fact a tin …
proof that there is in fact a tin…
Okay so i Like Rainbows
Okay so i Like Rainbows
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LAST One. really though, this was…
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beautiful farmland...especially i…
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the whole drive was like this...o…
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Trees in a Paddock. a paddock is …
Approaching Stokes Bay
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Approaching Stokes Bay yep...wha…
wait...still approaching
wait...still approaching
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okay we're here! this is the rock…
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look, freezing cold surfers. (envy)
look, freezing cold surfers. (envy)
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i know i know...rocks. but i coul…
oooooo change of scenery--a stick!
oooooo change of scenery--a stick!
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inside the boulder caves on the w…
dog chases stick...surf chases girl
dog chases stick...surf chases girl
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hmmm...getting down with a busted…
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...i warned you about the onslaug…
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wow you actually made it this far…
Kangaroo Island
photo by: Biedjee