The drive out to the walk at Flatrocks along Upper River Road included some obstacles. We think this sign meant fording was your only option, but Mike got out of the car to see if it was worth the effort. 
We engaged in much fording and ended up along an unmarked path along the Kangaroo River.
The fording had its downside:We seem to have attracted some people eating worms (I cannot even write the word leeches, it’s too gross) so 3/5 of us had bloody feet that we discovered we we got back to our place to change out of our damp (in Daniel, Molly and Charlie's cases soaked) clothes – and I actually had one of the little critters still on my foot . A google search under "leeches and Kangaroo River" turned up the following: "Strangely enough, not everyone likes nettles and leeches." Yep, a few of us had our first nettles experience too. I'm not sure I'd call this a success, on the whole.
We spent the afternoon browsing in the cute shops of Kangaroo Valley, talking to the shop owners, who were as disappointed as us at the rainy weather outside. Everyone was refreshed by the hot chocolate that came with a piece of fudge on the side. We took the advice of those shop owners and went to the Kangaroo Valley Bowling Club for dinner. Surprisingly, Daniel passed on the "crumbed lamb brains" at the top of the special's menu and chose nachos instead.
My favorite conversation of the day:
“Oh look, scat!” says Daniel. “Maybe it is wombat! “ exclaims Molly. “Oh, let me look, I know Wombat scat,” replies Charlie. Then, the others moved out of the way so the expert could inspect the scat in question.
Back to the fields that night for more wombat searching!
2 comments:
The scat conversation is fantastic. You know, there's probably an app for scat identification. Maybe Charlie would like that?
The conversation was a crack up and the deference the older two gave to Charlie (who really knows nothing), was even funnier. I'll check on that app - do you think they'd need to scan the scat for identification?
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