Im such a nature junkie. I like nothing more than loosing myself in a secluded rainforest, somewhere along the beaten track. The creepy creatures, the sound of silence and the hints of light through the canopy give me the jitters; in a good way. Strickland State forest would have to be one of my favourites. In high school our Earth and Biology classes would take day trips studying soil and the ecosystems. I was a tad bit rebellious in those days and always took the opportunity to run a muck keeping my teachers on their toes. More in my element covered in dirt and leeches than at a party I must say.
The other day I returned. Heart set on a breezy afternoon walk and a bit of play time with the foliage settings on my camera. The conditions were perfect. But after only minutes I was struck with the daunting feeling of solitary I usually long for. The eerie rainforest that I usually find peaceful pulled out its dark side and turned on me. I found myself shaking in my very boots, thinking about mass murders and listening to every bird in the distance, crystal clear. Not a single sole to bother. Needless to say I got out of there before I had the chance to further psyche myself up. I think I need to accumulate some bush walking buddies. You know, just in case the next Ivan Milat is lurking behind that humble rock.
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