rainforest short stories
A Place to Live
Goodradigbee River in the Brindabella Valley near Canberra, Australia Real-at least in my conception of "real" Australia. The first time I went there I was in the afternoon and arrived at night, a few wombats running down the road in my headlights. I remember one of them had any disease rare skin like scabies in the ass. Poor bastard. We made our camp only to realize after waking in the morning that had been in the middle of the property someone. Well, do not seem to be around.
Drive through the 'Brindies' (Brindabella Mountains), which had to be careful of the insane four-wheel-drive 'goose' guys tearing in the opposite direction. One side of the road was very thin falling down a cliff forests rubber trees. My car was a black Ford Escort van, but that's another story altogether. I loved it when driving through the dry bones chalk white road. When I made it back to the city that there would always be a thin layer of dust throughout the car, and I do not mean on the outside. Dust seeped through every crack and gap two hundred dollars that bucket of shit. It was not really the shit, but I have almost always where I needed to go. I just have not always functional or wipers headlights.
Traveling through the eucalyptus forest that was always passed this great feeling of freedom. I remember once when he suddenly saw two Nannies short, black as black as night hip front of the car. It was a little rain forest section of the forest type, an exception to the usual crisp dry brush forest fire fuels. I loved the rows and rows of natural rubber trees stretching towards the sky, often completely clear. No people walking out there, no houses, not too many cars, we were away from society. We were at home. Nature was where we came from and were returning, not to visit but to live, really live. Not like in the city with all its inherent human resources policy, economics, social norms.
Once we reached the valley, the place to be was the River. It was a great river, but it was clear, very clear. You could see all the pebbles and rocks through the meter or the water deep, flowing slowly. the snow melted snow down from the mountains through a small tributary stream, bleeding in the main river. At the point where the two met is the small waterfall. A group of deep rock is at its base, you can jump and land safely, ideal for those hot summer days ultra Australian. There is also a rockslide that could actually slide down in the pool, sometimes face first if she wanted to impress their friends, which of course I did. At the top of the falls is a bit small pool which we called the "spa." It was full of water currents and bubbles like the real thing. The whole place I was really beside a road, but if you do not know I was there, he had right hand drive on the bridge aware of what lied under.
We camped on the shore too, a couple hundred feet of the falls. Taking fishing rods, fishing had brown and rainbow trout and cook right there on a makeshift barbecue. Once we were a bit of sausage in a line, as it does when you're trying to catch yabbies. Even the river came to this huge beast of a crayfish. His white paws were huge, much bigger than my own fists 'feminine'. My friend took it and put his hands all cut from spikes on the tail and back. I cooked in a pot like a lobster, which is essentially what it was. It was one of the best things I've eaten in my life. I remember thinking that may be taste the clear river water in their flesh. It was only after returning to civilization that I learned that he was a danger of extinction of the Murray crayfish, totally illegal capture. Fortunately, one second we saw was smart enough to turn around when he felt he had something a little too much "to fish "so easy to get sausages.
Do not want to know what else was so great about the Goodradigbee? At night you could see more stars than grains of sand on the beach. 'Shooters' were always in full screen. Not any street lights of a hundred kilometers. It was like throwing a look at the Universal area of our galaxy and beyond. I felt like I was part of something there, something much more powerful than the world I grew up in Each star represents life in all its infinite singularity, fine. Each was a lantern, illuminating the homes of our real world. When I was in the sand next to the dim light embers of the fire looking up, I first learned we were part of something very precious and special.
By Jesse S. Somer November 2008
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