My day ended in darkness with Taryn and I setting ourselves a tough night bush bash through scrub, bushland, farmland and streams. This will henceforth be known as the day when the phrase "is that ground?" was first started, as I found myself scrambling on windfall only to peer down between branches and spot my headtorch hitting the ground some distance below - realising I was suspended over a bank. Fantastic adventure and great learning opportunities in our nav mistakes!
