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Mystery 4
Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4318 Dogs 0 / Races 0 06 Aug 2018 02:40
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The next morning dawned to a stillness, which only seemed to encourage the persistent bush flies to annoyance. It was time to don the fly nets, when you needed to go outside. After breakfast, plans were drawn up for an excursion to a place old Lofty was sure would excite these two young lads. With the final destination scattered with many old homesteads long ago abandoned to the elements and progress. All busily packed enough provisions to sustain a four day trek. Lofty would ride his trusty horse "Ruby", as she well knew his simple needs, and would perform accordingly. The lads were in amazement at the agility of this old man, as he set to the task of packing. Lofty was insistent about their arrival at the first stopover, as it was important to arrive before the searing sun positioned itself high above. When questioned about this first destination, they were told the place was called The Illusion Plains the resident home of the "Maree Man". All further enquiries were halted in mid sentence, as he explained that the answers were well worth the wait. Jack, just stood in the background, and smiled at the oldtimers way of steadying their compulsive zeal.
They were making good progress on the trail, which according to the map, should bring them to Mt. Freeling, there they would stop a while, and water up, before moving on to Mt. Fitton, then The Illusion Plains. The temptation to stop, and seek out the many old abandoned and sombre dwellings scattered along the way, was a tantalising and constant thought, however they were concentrating on arriving at the promised destination within the next two hours. One hour had passed of the two, when in the distance rose the hazy outline of a high ridgeback spur, barring their way. slowing down, lofty let the lads come up either side of him, so he could explain, that these were the outer walls of the Maree Man's protective circle. and that when they arrived at it's base he would let them ascend the trail to the top, and greet the old Maree Man in person. The excited look of the two young men was unmistakable, as they thanked Lofty untold times. He reminded them, they had to be patient, as carelessness in this country could be tragic, so all excitement had to be allayed, until they reached the top within a half hour.
The half hour passed quickly, and they gathered at the entrance to the track that led up to the top. Lofty invited the lads to lead them onwards, but they would do so umounted, Both Chooka and Sandy were lost in their imagined thoughts of meeting an obviously important man, and receiving permission to explore this ancient valley. Then suddenly, they were at the top, but no one was there that they could see, both turned to look down the valley, and were so taken aback, neither could speak as Lofty and Jack arrived next to them, all the lads could do , was point downwards. They were stupified by the giant etching carved on the valley floor, which stretched off into the distance for four kilometers It was the image of a Maree Man Aboriginal Warrior with spear. From this height, it was spectactular. Eventually. the excitement settled, and Lofty explained of how it was carved by some American Engineers, who were engaged in war manouvers back in the early sixties. They were based in the area, and decided to leave something other than their foreign footprints. This carving is reported as the largest in the world, larger even, than the famous Andean carvings of Peru.
When all reached the bottom of the valley safely, they sought a place to set up camp, and to gather wood, while Jack looked for a safe water supply, and the animals were secured, all this had to be done before the lads even thought of prospecting. Jack returned later, with the good news of water seeping from the rock face off to the north, about a kilometer away. They would camp here for now, and reset camp over there in the morning. The lads wanted to explore, while there was still some daylight left, but were informed that they would all have to explore as a team, for safety's sake. Who knows what may lay around here, as live ordinance was a possibility. They soon located what looked like the old barracks, so they did a cursory inspection, before beginning a detection sweep of the immediate surrounds. Jack was to look inside, while Lofty took up a position overlooking the area the lads were sweeping. What would fifty odd years offer up!
Tor Janes Australia (Verified User) Posts 10024 Dogs 16 / Races 0 08 Aug 2018 03:04