Bush camp last night

It was my last ‘training’ trip. Training means that I drive, cook and talk and the guide whose trip it is relaxes shotgun beside me. Yeah, it is supposed to be training but in my case, because I’ve done it before elsewhere, they are pretty relaxed. My guy fell asleep besides me!

I drove out to a remote 4wd area and we (I) lit a fire. Then people (there were only five of them, total) assembled their own pizzas from provided ingredients and grilled them over the fire. They drank beer and looked at the stars and I made a dessert pizza. Stargazing and night time solving the world discussions.

Early bed in swags around a roaring fire. I didn’t sleep well. Owen Springs is supposed to encourage very strong lucid dreams because of the spirits and, although I swear this wasn’t even on my mind, I woke out of a deep sleep to feel something jump on my back and shake me. It really scared me and then I realised I wasn’t actually awake but really felt like I was. I am sure there is some sort of scientific explanation, akin to sleep paralysis perhaps, but the sensation was so lucid, so strong.

Did not like.


About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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