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Across the FlatsThe flats beside the Saxon River are prone to flooding and have held up many a party. Rumour has it that DOC has organised an alternative route to cover that eventuality, but if so we saw no indication of it and no information at Saxon Hut. It rained quite heravily overnight and we were somewhat anxious when we first woke up. Everything seemed OK, as far as we could see and the rain seemed to be clearing. Miranda put some time into tidying up the final clues in the crossword.
You can see why the term "bag rustler" is so apt. It is impossible to organise food - or anything really - without disturbing an enormous number of plastic bags in or around one's pack. Bags in bags in bags. We eventually learned to set our breakfast up the night before.
This is where we're headed. I like the green "sheep" grazing in the tussock.
I grab a record pic of the Saxon Hut sign, and we're almost ready to hit the boardwalk.
The track is immediately narrower. Up until now, you could drive anywhere on a quadbike. Less so from here on in. A chopper is probably easier for getting around fast.
Two angles on the Saxon
It seems an innocuous kind of stream but it's held up a few trampers in its time. The landscape is a lot scruffier from here to Mackay Hut, as if there's a harder living to make, though up in the bush around the foothills of Mt Teddy there's enough shelter for a more luxuriant growth.
We emerge into some quite straightforward going and Carol makes good time. A kind of furry Ayres Rock up ahead.
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