Smoke, Fog, Mist and Rain

Thanks so much to the bolstering bloggers who wrote in support of sending my son and his mate into the wilds on Saturday.

If, like me, anyone was then slightly anxious lest something hideous happen and that our careless words might be reproduced in headlines and debated in chat shows – fear not – the two lads reappeared back down the track which they had struck out from late this afternoon.

The weather was very kind. It was cold – but not quite below zero – and they only had a few light showers on the first day.

IMG_1985They baked potatoes on the fire, made hot chocolate and the tent was not hit by rain, wind nor falling branches for two nights. There were no bears to be seen, koala or otherwise, but a few deer came by at some point in their travels.

There was a fanfare of orange and pink in the late afternoon and even our old derelict chook shed looked pretty painted with the low dipped sun.1-IMG_2030

Sunday was cold and started a little grey.

By midmorning the water was hot enough for a shower but by lunchtime the old lad had to go and repair the door of the stove leaving us without a fire. So I took the dog out around the boundary as a break from scraping paint off the floors and replacing the silicon around the bath. The sun was putting on a show by then. In the early evening there was a puff of smoke between the crest of the hills and low mist threw mauves and blues across the valley and up on to the hills.



1-IMG_2078The day finished by a fine sunset of purple and gold which we enjoyed from our outpost and the boys – we were more reassured by now – were enjoying from high above us.

IMG_2086This morning the wild ones woke above the clouds somewhere up in the Howqua Hills while we, in our little nest, were surrounded by a thick fog which dispersed with the sun into blue sky and wisps of mist around the hills.


Wisps of mist on the hills


A peppering of cockatoos

We fetched the lads back earlier than expected as their descent had been quick and their tent had been dry enough to pack straight away. A rare thing as any camper will know.

So the Monday holiday came to a close – the now green hills softened by rain and a kindly sun like the two lumbering teenagers who found their way home suitably dirty, tired and hungry, but very proud of themselves.




11 thoughts on “Smoke, Fog, Mist and Rain

  1. Sorry, it went off. I tried not to think about the worst case scenario. Having said that, my parents let me ride off on totally unsuitable horses and never thought something could go wrong, although I used to fall off regularly.

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    • Loved this comment. Once I was allowed a day off school to attend the sad funeral of a neighbour. Being at a thoughtless stage of life I estimated the morning gave me plenty of time to go for a ride down the road. Of course the whole journey took ages and the horse spooked and tossed me off on the way home, spraining my wrist. You might imagine how the story went when I got home – no sympathy & being sent straight to my room. But if not for the funeral my disappearance wouldn’t have been noted.

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    • Thanks Lisa – the chooks left long, long ago (they literally headed off next door one day to join the chooks next door as they were sick of our casual lack of attention.) It’s a lasting reminder of the distance between my good intentions and my reality.

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  2. Lovely bit of prose and even lovelier photos. I miss the early morning mists and emerging scenery you get in cooler climates, with the ghosts of the landscape emerging from the darkness and gradually solidifying.

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  3. I missed the original post. But when I was in my early teens I spent lots of Saturdays wandering the Pennines with my best mate Andy. Rain or (95% of the time) we were up there. You learn how to read a map pretty fast…

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