Easter fell in April in 2007, so there was no chance of daylight saving giving us those late sunsets and the all-important ability to eat dinner without needing torches and other campsite lighting.
Not surprisingly, Joseph wasn’t back with us a year after we convinced him to climb into a wombat hole, let him wield an axe on his own, and basically do a lot of ill-advised stuff like sleeping in a tent, crapping in a hole, following Ben’s lead and braving a weekend that had everything weather-wise. No, his parents probably decided there were better things for him to do over Easter.
But Nathan was back. Second year in a row. Despite many jokes about Aboriginals and accountants (and maybe a few about Aboriginal accountants?) he toughed it out for another year. Fred and Karen were down, without Lauryn for some reason. Matt came, without any friends. Rebecca (who sustained an ankle injury on the way out to Illawong Hut on Monday) brought her friend Kelly down for her first proper camping experience. I wonder why most of these people come once and never return. You’ve gotta be a little crazy to do it every year, I guess…
For mine, Easter 2007 will be remembered for the year Freddy nearly plowed into a group of Lycra-clad cyclists up at Dead Horse Gap. They were incredibly upset about nearly being skittled by a dude in a dual cab, and he was far from contrite. We all found it outrageously amusing.