They are now on the Razorback track.
Keep going, says Nerida. There's meant to be a campsite.
They jolt up and down in the 4WD wagon, past sandstone escarpments, gorges, creeks, waterfalls, woodlands and scrub.
I see what they mean, says Katherine.
Indeed, says Gaius.
They reach the campsite and stop there.
Is this it? asks Terence.
This is where we'll pitch our tents, says Gaius.
Let's eat first, says Katherine.
If you insist, says Gaius. I suppose we have plenty of time.
I want to look for frogs NOW, says Terence.
The Kroombit tinker frog is nocturnal, says Gaius.
Now you tell us, says Katherine.
She opens a bag of wrapped sandwiches.
Sandwiches! says Gaius. This is a fine treat. What's in them?
Smoked salmon, avocado and lettuce, says Katherine.
They sit on fallen logs and unwrap the sandwiches.
What can I do? asks Terence.
You can set up your tent, says Gaius.
He puts down his sandwich, and goes to the back of the 4WD Wagon, and takes out a one-person tent.
He unzips the covering and tips out the parts.
Inner tent, outer cover, tent pegs, guy lines, and fibreglass poles.
Yay! says Terence. What do I do first?
Insert the poles, says Gaius.
He returns to his sandwich.
So, says Katherine. We have all afternoon to set up, because the frogs are nocturnal.
It will be fun, says Nerida. We can look for that World War 2 bomber.
What World War 2 bomber? asks Katherine.
There's one here somewhere, says Nerida. It crashed here in 1945. It would be heaps cool to find it.
Don't go looking on your own, says Katherine. Perhaps we can look for it together. Although I must say I have little interest in finding a bomber.
History, says Gaius, chewing the last of his crusts.
And what has it taught us? asks Katherine.
It's just cool, says Nerida.
Wah! cries Terence.
One end of his fibreglass pole has sprung out of ground.
Boing!
Then the other end collapses.
Bumhole! His tent is no good.
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