Denise & John Trewartha

Our  wild adventure crew

 

This trip all began

At the beautiful broome

Here we met Jenny and Darryl

Outside our rooms

 

Off for the gibb

Our little truck sped

With a motley little crew

Oblivious to what was ahead

 

There were murmurs of voices

As we all started Chatting

Getting to know our neighbours

While our teeth did some chattering

 

We navigated the tunnel

Where Rhonda went splat

Was that Kevin

Pushing her in the back?

 

Crocs, bats and fish

We spotted for sure

But it was winjana gorge

That had us dropping our jaws

 

A noisy night followed

And Glen found the source

Dear Kevin It seems

Kept some up with a snore

 

Off for Bell Gorge

On the rugged Gibb road

We wondered what we were thinking

And thought something would explode!

 

Our first swimming spot

was a treat for the eyes

A magnificent cool swim

made It very worthwhile

 

Onwards we went

For a bit more bone shaking

To Mount Barnett station

Where  another gorge was waiting

 

We set up our swags

And got the fire stoked

Many funny stories were shared

Including mossys bad dad jokes

 

Next morning we trekked

To find Manning Gorge

A magnificent swim spot

It was out of this world

 

Kevin the trooper

Made the trek to the falls

But on the way back

Halicarnassus took hold

 

With the absence of Rhonda

We all rallied round

“Kev you need more water!”

And guess what he found?

 

“It’s a well!”

Said our kev,

But where is it we said,

Bugger it’s not really there,

Announced our Kev!

 

With the extra love and attention

And no well, what a shame

Would we call him special k

Or was Katut ,a better name

 

Galvan’s was next

A smaller waterfall,

The boab sat atop

So proud and so tall

 

Back at camp it was noticed

Rhonda always up and about

Tea towels, cloths or dishes

She is as busy as a roustabout

 

Not to be overlooked

The style queens of the crew

With our dear Glen and Viv

Quietly slipping off

And helping prepare our food

 

By this stage It was evident

John and Mossy hit it off

But how much could we take

Of each dad joke bounce off

 

Another bumpy day ahead

As we got back on that gibb

Off to Ellenbrae station

We hoped the scones were no fib

 

Our chief cook and bottle washer

Our Jenny. Our queen

Came back from the truck

Looking a light shade of green

 

“I almost trod on a snake!”

Our cook shouted out

But the scones it did seem

Kept the crew from checking her out

 

Onwards we travelled

With our mighty fine crew

We were off to el questro

For more wine and fine food

 

First a stop at more falls

Bindoola was the spot

We could only imagine how glorious

When filled to the top

 

Emma gorge was next

A favourite for many

None more noticeable though

Than for our dear Lenny

 

We swam and admired

The incredible surrounds

All shocked and delighted

At what we had found

 

An experience so breathtaking,

We just couldn’t believe it

How on earth could we top that

We had kimberleys fever

 

Our camp trouper Jan

Who enjoys her little wine at night

Had a minor little incident

So mossy could be her shining knight

 

Back at camp news was spreading

The coffee wasn’t great

Our Chester was the recipient

Of cold coffee

and stale cake

 

The staff were addressed

In his eloquent way

thank god he’d blow dried his hair

So he was listened to this fine day

 

As the days started blending

The boys banter flourished

Some New kids on the block

(Len, Andrew and Ches)

Meant Mossy was challenged

 

Bad dad jokes were certainly

A thing of each day

As the boys joined John and Mossy

we just grimaced the jokes away

 

Later we’d hear

As Lenny picked up pace

That Mossys pride was indeed dented

His king of dad jokes title

was at stake

 

Our evenings in el questro

Were enjoyed by the campfire light

Many hit the hay early

As the mornings were so bright

 

A break-In  occurred

at our camp in el questro

Tent 3 tenant it seemed

Was the perpetrator in question

 

Special k, katut,

our inspiring metro man

Lost his way one night

And snuck into Denise’s den

 

Quietly he retreated

But alas the zipper was the flaw

Johnny saw our man

And called out to this outlaw!

 

Tent 3 was rattled

As the next night we heard

“Rhonda, how did you get down there?”

Surely this great man’s not a turd?

 

His credibility status in tatters

The record had to be set straight

Did kevy push Rhonda

“No just our bums had a shake!”

 

Each night at briefings