TRIP REPORT FOR AUGUST 16-17, 2003
Friday, August 15:
This was our third trip, both for the 4WD BDSM Getaway! Weekend and the owners of the property. The fog up on the mountain itself was very heavy this night, and visibility was proving to be almost zero. There were several occasions where, despite the NotExcessive Land Cruiser being equipped with GPS, PDA, lap top computer, digital topographic maps, and heaps and heaps of wiring to connect it all together, we still weren't sure of exactly where the trail went. The vehicles following, despite knowing that I was laying down fresh wheel tracks in the mud, still had to stop, have somebody get out, and inspect the ground to make sure that yes indeed, they went that-a-way. Nobody actually placed their ear to the ground to listen for approaching buffalo/steam trains/stampeding subbies, but I'll put that down to a lack of dedication on their part.
Who said being perverted was meant to be easy?
Anyway, we made it up to the house at a little after midnight, and settled in for a good night's sleep.
Saturday, August 16:
I had been up to the property exactly two weeks before today, and had brought along materials to fabricate a horse. Not the manure-producing kind, but the dungeon kind. I had made it out of a log cut from somewhere on the property, and with the help of the station owner, we covered it in vinyl and soon had it suspended off the ground by means of four eyebolts and chains, connected to four posts of the barn. I'll probably take some photos of it in use next time we go up. For today, however, I and one of our group began construction of a St. Andrews cross.
We had all the tools, certainly enough timber, and reckoned we could finish the job in one day. The property owner lent us a brand new electric planer (OOH! New TOY!) but unfortunately I had to use it to smooth down the channels we had chiseled out in the wood, rather than put it to more, err.... "interesting" uses. By the end of the day, it was finished and secured to the rear wall of the barn.
Whilst dinner was cooking that evening, we started up the fire in the 44-gallon drum again, like we did last time, to get the place warm. Due to the wet wood however, it smoked rather badly and unlike last time, the barn was now an indoor smokestack. We'll have to do something about the heating for winter, and make it a little easier and smoke-free. The member of our group who had assisted in the construction of the St. Andrews cross now reaped the benefit of his hard labours and was volunteered to evaluate the equipment in accordance with ISO9000 certification. We are pleased to report that the equipment passed the test with flying colours, not puling away from the wall, squeaking, or making any undue noises under the strain of usage. Which is more than we can say for said volunteer.
We may make a modification to the support so that the cross leans away at a bit of an angle to the wall, but that'll be on the to-do list for our next trip up.
Eventually, we had to open the barn doors to let the smoke out, but then of course the room temperature fell. Who said being perverted was meant to be easy?
Sunday, August 17:
It was a lazy, sit-around-the-fireplace sort of day today. Just after lunch, I decided to explore the land-locked national park that was on the other side of the hill. Taking our volunteer from last night (you don't mind pushing the truck if we get bogged in the mud on the side of a steep track, do you? You do? And this affects me HOW, son?), we explored some stunning national park. I'll come back here and shoot a photo essay on the place, next time we come back to the Mountain.
We left for home in the late afternoon, and did the usual slippery-slide trip down the trail. Gee, you think they'd be used to it by now.
Everyone survived, and it's back home to civilisation... until next time.