

After some breakfast it was another 3 kilometres back to the trail and then up to Stony Creek campsite. I tasted the water in the tank and it tasted like something was dead in the tank. I still had a fair it of water and even though it didn't quite work out last night I decided to push on further and see what comes up.
I only went about 4 kilometres further but ended up following a creek away from the track to come across a flat sheltered spot. The wind was still howling across the top but I only felt it as a stiff breeze occasionally when the bigger gusts went through.
The trick in picking a spot was to make sure I was far enough away from those widow makers falling. I did send Belinda a quick text to enquire about the amount of rain expected as I was on the bend of a creek fed by those deep gorge creeks In the end it was enough rain to give it a bit of flow.






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