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Well...had an 'interesting' trip up to the Glasshouse Mountains over the weekend. Things were going nicely when I came to a very large boghole, which sensibly (or so I thought as I was by myself) I avoided by taking a track around it. Yeah..not such a good idea.
This is where I went (well a section of it anyways)
and this is how it ended up
I was lucky enough to find (after a lovely walk in the QLD countryside) another Prado, to whom I am most grateful for snatching me out (using my gear). I then snatched him out about 200m up the track (on the way out) and he helped out again on the way out (this time from the front). It seemed the entire track that was so easily traversed had turned into a complete pile of pooh.
The only real amusing side to this tale is that a trailbiker whom I told 'its a bit boggy' decided to forgo my advice and went headlong into the mire; he sank up to his seat and my thoughts were that I was indeed lucky that I did not go too far into it.
This is where I went (well a section of it anyways)
and this is how it ended up
I was lucky enough to find (after a lovely walk in the QLD countryside) another Prado, to whom I am most grateful for snatching me out (using my gear). I then snatched him out about 200m up the track (on the way out) and he helped out again on the way out (this time from the front). It seemed the entire track that was so easily traversed had turned into a complete pile of pooh.
The only real amusing side to this tale is that a trailbiker whom I told 'its a bit boggy' decided to forgo my advice and went headlong into the mire; he sank up to his seat and my thoughts were that I was indeed lucky that I did not go too far into it.
. A nice Sunday drive turns into an adventure to remember.
Snaga
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