Just after 5 and still dark, getting ready for a start at six.
The 'facilities' one for the lady and one for the rest.
A motivational talk from the leader and then we are off at 5:46
Another river crossing.
John being given assistance on the crossing - we all had the same attention.
A nearby bridge which was not used - it needed repairs.
... and up again!
I vant to be alone! The lunch stop.
One at a time.
We catch a breather while some go off into the bush to inspect Japanese fox holes.
Some of the tons of ordnance left after the Japanese withdrawal
Off up again.
The approach to our lunch stop.
A memorial plate at Eora Creek, a place of great significance during the campaign.
Dificult to imagine what went on all those years ago in this delightfully peaceful spot
The porters having a well deserved break.
Gibson describes the fighting which took place here
Puffing in the steamy afternoon heat we climb again, away from Eora Creek and past the remains of Templeton's Crossing, approaching our highest stop at Myola at around 2000 metres.
Down from the ridge we head for Myola, the comforting hand of Dick holding my pack.
Another one at a time bridge.
Passing through Templeton's Crossing
This was the toughest day yet and a thankful Rob kisses the ground as we arrive at our overnight accommodation a fairly short distance on from Templeton's Crossing
John supervising the construction of his overnight accommodation.
The dining room - no fire in here so it went unused this evening.
The main dormitory
Lucas and Peter meet some of the villagers.
With a flourish Andy produced this bottle of Whisky, carried all the way from Scotland, to drink to the memory of a relative who gave his name to Templeton's Crossing
What a ovely idea - we all joined him with 'a wee dram' in a variety of utensils!
At this altitude it soon gets chilly when the sun goes down.
Yarns round the camp fire!