Two young people spent 2-3 weeks of the Christmas break camping in the Styx forest, with mice and an eager-eyed currawong.
We, a mixed nationality party had plodded along a track made suitable for us by the Wilderness Society with ropes, timber steps and planks over mud. There had been many feet on this track towards the camp, set up in the hope that logging in this amazing (particularly to our Dutch visitors) rainforest of huge Regnans and understorey manferns, can be stopped.
The two remaining people in the forest camp, Jeb, from Melbourne, and a Japanese girl whose name I didn’t catch (sorry) were there to hold the fort, to learn and to educate.
Jeb opened a tin of pineapple. I thought, we’d better stop asking questions and move on, they need to eat, but he propped a fork in the tin and passed this refreshing fruit around.
And what did we have to offer? Not much: an egg, a tin of sardines and some crumbly fruit cake. So, if you are wondering what you can do to try and stop this devastation of how can I say it differently – a rare and wonderful forest (yes I fail in my description) you could call the Wilderness Society for a map and take with you food and yes, money! to help people prepared to spend their Christmas acting for the rest of us who care about forests and habitats for other animals.
We had a great day.
