north-north-west wrote:I love these old books. Spent half a day holed up in Petersens once, while it blizzarded outside, reading the book and playing patience.
bushwalker zane wrote: Some of the poetry was fantastically funny!
Tortoise wrote:Wish I'd kept a copy of a great one I read somewhere, pondering the cuboid nature of wombat poo, and the experience of passing such objects.
Maybe that was a quote from it! I remember quite a long poem in a hut in the Snowies, I think it was.icefest wrote:Tortoise wrote:Wish I'd kept a copy of a great one I read somewhere, pondering the cuboid nature of wombat poo, and the experience of passing such objects.
There's a poem on cuboidial wombat poo on one of the OT toilets.
walkabout wrote::lol: Love it!
I saw fuzzy cubed poop in the Himalayas - not wombats, snow leopards!
bushwalker zane wrote:Wombat poo poem in the toilet on the left hand side of the toilet block at Pelion.
'As you splash along the track,
Eyes alert and ears pinned back,
You may have seen those queer square turds,
And thought; if not expressed in words,
"The stress of such a deification;
Baffles ones imagination."
But it is not done to entertain us,
The wombat has an oblong anus.
So if your slumber is disturbed,
By cries and screams; don't be perturbed,
Eyes tight shut, teeth grit in pain,
The wombat's gone and shat again.'
Good times!
slparker wrote:
that poem is priceless, and very clever, but i think they've mixed up deification with defecation.... unless they were out there so long, or were so hypothermic, that they started to worship wombat poo.
Overlandman wrote:There was a guide on the OT called the Blue Mule.
He used to write some good stories in the hut log books.
I thought he was a wally because he would take up valuable pages.
Turns out he was a good guy.
Regards OLM
whynotwalk wrote:Back in the 80s the Eliza Hut logbook on the Anne Circuit had a brilliant "thread" about the antechinus that used to (& still does) disturb sleepers there. One entry began as "Log of the Starship Enterprise", and went on to describe the only life form here as a nasty nocturnal rat. With supplies on the Enterprise running low, the "crew" started contemplating catching and cooking said "rat". They talked about how they would slice and lightly sauté the critter.
I'm thinking it was a pretty wet walking season, because other walkers soon took up the recipe challenge. I seem to recall complicated rat curries; rat parmigiana; rat cutlets etc. But the one that had us rolling about with laughter was the ratatouille recipe. Happy days!
cheers
Peter
Hermione wrote:Possums as orcs, pretty entertaining! Both my daughters, but especially the youngest have developed a particular aversion to possums whilst at Uni in Melbourne (apparently they can be quite aggressive). With the result that they get quite perturbed by the nocturnal visitations experienced on the busier walking tracks in Tasmania.
Happy Pirate wrote:So what happens to old log books I wonder. Its a shame they can't stay in the huts after they're full.
I remember in my early days with ABW on our Vic Alpine hikes in the 80s we called ourselves "Friends of the Alpine Tree Penguin" and had some pretty funny entries.
bushwalker zane wrote:Wombat poo poem in the toilet on the left hand side of the toilet block at Pelion.
'As you splash along the track,
Eyes alert and ears pinned back,
You may have seen those queer square turds,
And thought; if not expressed in words,
"The stress of such a deification;
Baffles ones imagination."
But it is not done to entertain us,
The wombat has an oblong anus.
So if your slumber is disturbed,
By cries and screams; don't be perturbed,
Eyes tight shut, teeth grit in pain,
The wombat's gone and shat again.'
Good times!
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