We really felt like we had accomplished something. On Mount Moruben we found the cairn and visitors book on a giant ant’s nest. There were no tracks, and we had to rely entirely on our ability to use a map and compass, not only to get where we were going but also to not become hopelessly lost! We laughed and we cursed and we pushed on. The weather was unseasonably hot and all the creeks were dry. For three days we pushed through thick scrub tearing our flesh on blackthorn and native holly. I had just turned 15 and, I with three other students my age attempted to climb Mount Moruben in Yengo National Park. In the early 1990’s I had an adventure that started me on course that has influenced my whole life.
