I woke early and heard the 5 am radio news. Weather forecast: fine and hot.
We sat talking some more while getting through breakfast.
I had a sudden thought. I didn’t need to move on for Day 6.
Time for a rest day.
My body was recommending some lack of action to my brain.
The others packed up and departed.
I washed some clothes, myself, and had a shave. Just as well, as I was heading towards a similarity to Santa Claus, albeit dressed in blue.
Following that, 10 years of my life seem to be peeled away.
I drank more coffee, read a book I found in the hut, lazed around, and on occasion went out in my clean underwear to pull out conifers until the sandflies suggested I find another occupation, preferably inside the hut.
And, as predicted, it was hot.
The hut is square-shaped and overlooks the junction of the Branch River and Misery Stream, with an excellent view downstream.
Not a bad place to spend some time stationary.
I’ll be good to go tomorrow morning.
A guide to the night’s accommodation: Bottom Misery Hut
