Monday, March 27, 2006
carnage
i am back from my weekend away. Come to think of it, no one really knew I was going away. My Dad only found out 5 minutes before I left.
The Weekend was good. Infact, it was excellently amazingly awesome. I had a pretty rockin time.
Monash Uni Outdoors club hold an annual camp called Carnage in first semester, so Jon, Lucy, a chick called Rach (mates with Jon basically) signed up for it, and we were on our way up to the Cathedral Ranges on Friday night.
We got there at about 11.30pm and set up our tents (one for us, and one for our bags) and such.
The ride up was amusing. Lucy managed to become extremely ashamed of me and my geeky ways, we celebrated an 18th birthday, heard the life story of an ex-nestle-commercial child star and then ate chicked in healesville.
After tent setting up, we settled down... with massages and lovin'.
The next morning... which from memory was a saturday... we got up, frozen, and had breakfast etc. Then got into our groups of what activites we were doing that morning. Due to Rach's poor aggression skills, Lucy, Jon, Rach and myself ended up in Rafting. However, Jon and I then got upgraded to Kayaking. In the end, i think rafting looked more fun.
I got in this little playboat which was quite nifty. I attempted a nose stand, but i don't think i was heavy enough, or i was just crap. I did a tail stand... just... but no one saw it because some dude fell in up infront. so sad.
The last rapid was pretty nifty. except we got no time to play around in it, all we could do was go straight through. It was on the old slalom training course for the... what i assumed was the 1956 Olympics. It would have been awesome if it had gates up.
piss. i have a crappy break out spot. bah. stupid monthly hormones. that was probably the one shitty part of the weekend... the fact that my "friend" decided to visit me on saturday morning. stupid womanness.
After lunch, Jon, Lucy and I went Mountain biking. We rode (and walked when there was shitty bits and I/we were feeling lazy) up a mountain. My superb map skills told me that we'd gone out of the State Park... but no one believed me. On the way back down we passed a sign that said "Welcome to the Cathedrals State Park." Bow down to me, for I am Emma: Champion of Map reading.
Then after bumming around for a while, us three went down to the creek with a six-pack and went for a dip. Well... Jon and I went for a dip... Lucy managed to stay mostly dry. We also had to share the creek with small naked children with see-through underwear who tried to steal our beer.
We then went back up to the campsite where we chilled for a while. After some time, the BBQ was started, and more beer was pulled out. A fire was started... and food was eaten, and drinks were drunk. It was all good.
Rach couldnt hold her drinks... so the native wildlife would have found an interesting option for breakfast in the bushes the next morning.
We soon set up a massage line. For a large proportion of my time in the line i was in the front of the line getting an interesting face massage from Jon. Yey for the front of the line!
Some guy called Owen or Liam... or Sam... or something took over jons spot. Might I say, he was the worlds best masseuse. Oh man. it was good.
Lucy and I went to bed early in the morning. I remember getting into the tent, but I can't actually remember putting my head down on the mattress I was that tired. Sometime in the night I woke to Jons snoring again, and realised that I was inbetween him and Rach, so it was my job to hit him so he'd stop. I must have been super tired, as I can't remember them getting in the tent. Apparently Rach had to roll me over like a log so she could get room on the mattress. I slept through the entire thing. That morning I woke up, feeling a bit seedy... and very cold. Spooning soon cleared this all up.
After breakfast, We packed up the tents and then headed off for whatever we wanted our last activity to be. Jon, Luch and myself went rock climbing. It was rockin'. Possibly my favourite thing of the weekend.
We went up to "the mushrooms" or something... which were pretty cool. They were fairly simple climbs, but still fun. The leader dudes set up 3 climbs. The first I did was fairly simple. Jon belayed for me... which was interesting. But 2 climbs after this, with him below me I can now say I trust him. The middle climb was a bitch. I climbed up the middle of the crack in the wall, and with some nifty leg movements, I was up the top. At the top of the cliff face, there was a little ledge/cave thing which I sat in to take in the view. And man, what a view it was! You can see for days.
The third climb, in my opinion was hardest, but thats probably because I went too far to the left. There were barely any foot holds on this one, so it was all down to good looks to get me to the top. needless to say, i got there.
Lucy deserves a clap here. She hadn't ever climbed before, and she was feeling like poo. But she still managed to get to the top of two of the climbs. go her!
after that we came back to the camp. Jon and I put the last of our things in this dudes car, and then we were on our way back to melbourne. i'm still quite surprised we made it there alive. The dude span out on the dirt track out of the camp site, and we ended up in a ditch. He didnt slow down on the dirt track going around corners, and he was doing it all at about 60Km/h. On top of all this he couldn't drive. I really don't think he'd been outside of Melbourne in a car before. He didn't even know what ripple strips were. He thought his car was breaking down. he was a dipshit.
But we made it back safely.
And that was my weekend. It was awesomely awesome. the end.
