Guest blogger; Jaydn Kempe with .....

Alice's sun and the travellers

The Sun was staring with his beady little eyes.
the company of kin clutches close. Gaps and gorges seaming hyper enormous and the Sand blows memories through our hair.
 
 

 
 
We laugh and sing until that staring sun dims.
Until the bird chokes 
we chew lemons and feel drunk.
On Life and all its chunks.
 
 

 
 The sweat sap of Golden lines.
In the rocks that towered though time.
Guided by a moral leader.
A grey nomad with all his silly features.
The people I love.
The country I sleep.
 
 

 

It felt more real in the blistering heat.
Of that yellow eyed sun.
F**ker get gone.
I'll hide in the lake of the serpent.
Or battle you where the cosmic dust meets the red earth.
I'll take you up the mountain where the pools skip down the crevasse.
F**k you and your burning eyes
 
 

You'll find me in the cavities of Alice.
Where Gaps are plenty.
And the Rivers flow dirty.
With the golden haired girl and her smile of pearls.
With the semi lame boofhead with his legs of strength.
Whom I love.
Whom I'll miss.
 
 

 
 
And for such a lovely moment.
A week of adventure.
We meet another time travellers.
The sun seems dimmer and I feel brighter with your love.
 
Jaydn Kempe November, 2016
 
 

Grey Bits
 
We had the absolute pleasure to have my oldest and talented son Jaydn visiting us in Alice Springs. Together we travelled up and down the West and East MacDonnell Ranges, swam in gorges and listened to atmospheric music in the car. We skimmed through the museums, hung out in all the cool cafes of Alice and caught up with each other.

Jaydn has a full-on life studying mathematics, while holding down a part-time job, and as you can tell by the above lyrics, has become an accomplished song writer for his band.

While Jaydn was on the big silver bird in the sky on his way back to Perth, he wrote the above poem. Both Jules and I were torn to pieces after reading his powerful words.

Thanks Jay - we are going to miss you.


Jaydn wearing Julies hat at Ellery Creek

The photos of this blog were added and taken by this silly but SEMI-grey nomad.
 
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Larapinta 8. A barrel full of exhaustion

 

 
One wonders why cricketers stand out in the sun when it is 40 degrees in the shade, and why hikers do so in freezing conditions. It is simply because it is the thing that keeps them alive, vibrant and looking forward to life.

Peter Bowler
 
One of the reasons why you could have a shocker of a sleep is if the toilet is built too close to the hut. The door clanks open and shut and noises from within the toilet echo throughout the night. It was so still out there you could hear toilet paper scrunch or fold from one hundred metres away. It was busy that night around the hut where I was attempting to sleep. I missed the cosy, calming confines of my tent.

Ron and Geoff had warned me they were leaving at three in the morning to train for the World Cup. They explained that the early morning hours of rogaining competitions are the most energy-sapping and concentration levels usually drop. Did I want to come with them? I don’t think so!!

Monday 18 July 2016
Section 7: Serpentine Gorge to Ellery Creek
Section 7 is a 13.8km section. 

 
Uneven, definitely not flat
 
The sharp rocks on the first part of the trail can be hard on tender feet, but the rocks show the long geological history of the West MacDonnell Ranges. 
 



Geological treasures - like walking on an ancient Australian spine



There is an abundance of birds, including the hard to find spinifex bird.
 
Information from the government website

 
The Spinifex Bird or Megaluridae WAS hard to find.
I had to look it up on fatbirder.com

 
 
After a couple of restless hours I just decided to get up before dawn, pack and leave as early as I could. I was excited to have my rest day with Julie at Ellery creek. Sleep some other time. The track, even though only 13 km and according to the map, on flat terrain, went up and down like a yoyo over jaggered diagonal edges of ancient geographic treasures. Frustratingly, the track bounced up every molehill on the plain, ignoring the perfect flat ground only a hundred metres away. My feet did what was prescribed by the government website and turned to mush.


 
Looking back from Trig Point
 
 
My tired eyes dismissed the first sighting of Trig Point as "a mirage". Coming closer there was no denying the fact that there was a barrel hoisted high in the air by a pole and anchored down by wires. 'What does a barrel on a stick do in the middle of the wilderness?' This rusty barrel, according to the information provided, is a trigonomic station used as a reference point to build roads, bridges etc. If you are a surveyor, this bucket on a pole may well be an exciting thingymebob. I liked the aesthetics of it, cutting into the sky like a make-do relic of a past civilisation in an even more ancient landscape.

 
Barrel on a stick?
 
 
Give me any other day of my life to walk that section and my mouth would have been open from amazement. This Monday all I could feel was frustration and anxiety that the end of the day's walk was still so far away. My brain going through some 'what the hell am I doing here' time. As I exhaustedly cantered into the car park of Ellery Creek, Ron and Geoff had long gone, I again resorted to jabbing holes in the sky from happiness. Julie's timing was spot on as the familiar car rocked up at the day use area immediately, trailing a fine cloud of red dust behind her.


I had to sit down for half an hour before I could help set up the roof top tent. I had a memorable shower in the change tent, exquisite lunch and dinner, a lovely afternoon kip and clean clothes. Oh!! how I appreciated those small things after eight days on the track.
 

Reflections in still water at Ellery Creek
 
It was a romantic evening sitting around the fire looking at stars, listening to the wildlife and slept like baby bear after a big bowl of porridge.

Tuesday 19 July 2016
 
 
We chatted to Roz and John over a coffee. It was Rozz's first major hike and she compared her experiences with the expensive retreats she attended in far away places where they practised being silent and looking inward to check in on emotional and mental wellbeing. “You should try it some day Mars” I was told in a bout of banter. This to me is an interesting comparison. I always come away feeling reenergised and full of ideas after a hike like this. The look inward is certainly a factor out here in the vast open wilderness. 

If we allow ourselves to be truly vulnerable we will find out who we are. 
 

The wire that anchors the Trig Point 


I hope everyone, some day, has the opportunity to walk tough.
 
That afternoon I set up my tent in the creek bed. I am now more confident I am no longer going to be swallowed up by a raging torrent of muddy water in the middle of the night. As it happens, there was no rain anywhere in the area and the day temperatures had warmed up to mid-twenties; perfect for hiking.
 
 
We packed up the car and Julie, sadly, left for Alice Springs.
 
Grey Bits
 
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Ellery Creek, the half way mark

Larapinta 7. Dawdle One and Dawdle Two

 
'How I wished I could fly through this canyon'
 

I had only left the campsite for ten minutes when I heard voices coming from behind me. There they were - Dawdle One and Dawdle Two, close together, in perfect harmony, streaming past me. If they were dawdling I must have come to a grinding halt. "Ok, you fellas are definitely way fast? Dawdling my backside", I called out something to that effect. They soon disappeared into the scrub ahead. 

Sunday 17 July 2016

Section 8: Serpentine Chalet Dam to Serpentine Gorge

Section 8 is a 13.4km section of the trail.

It has exhilarating views of the high quartzite ridgelines typical of the West MacDonnell Ranges, including Haasts Bluff and Mt Zeil, which is the highest point in the Northern Territory (NT).

Then came the sudden, craziest left hand turn straight up the mountain.  The twists and turns are so unpredictable it has become the norm to be surprised. In the distance I could see the duo gliding in unison up the barren hill. Having the two dawdlers to aim for spurred me on to pump the heart into gear. Up the top of the ridge at the Counts Point turnoff, Ron and Geoff stood there laughing and commented that I didn’t do too badly even though I was 15 years younger.

The idea came to me then to start a retreat for exhausted, nutty world-cup rogainers. It would entail, for these point-seeking addicts, to attend classes of nature appreciation and relaxation. 
 
Chill!!!
 

Both the dawdlers did not have to be convinced to take the turn to the lookout. I was told it was one of the highlights of the Larapinta trail and it certainly did not disappoint. We sat down for half an hour soaking in the warm sun eating our snacks, talking about the psychads in the crevasses, the rippled fossils in the rocks which indicate that all we were looking at was covered by ocean long ago. In my memory I cannot remember ever sitting anywhere more beautiful than Counts Point in Australia. The view to the West was of the huge, half-pipe I had so struggled  with the day before. Again, Mount Sonder - the Eifel Tower of the Larapinta (you can see it from anywhere), popped her head up majestically as ever in behind the almost unnatural straight lines of the West MacDonnell Ranges. How I wished I could fly through this canyon.
 

Looking West from Counts Point - Mount Sonder: now way in the distance
 

The way down wasn’t great for my knee and I had developed a special limp-walk, where I throw my foot forward, land it straight and try to roll over it. This technique seemed to work for around fifty metres after which a nice painful twitch goes through the whole leg as I go through my knee. “It is all good mate!! Only another hundred and fifty kilometres to go.” I told myself.  In my disastrous mathematical brain that works out to be just 7500 twitches to go before completion of the Larapinta Trail.


The magic view East as the track traverses over the ridge
before plunging down to Serpentine Gorge

Somehow Rod and Geoff ended up behind me and told me later how they tracked my every footstep, relived with me where I got lost and located the spot where I went for a wee in the bush. Hilarious, if not a little weird, but very astute tracking. The pair proved very entertaining and we spent the night in the Serpentine Gorge Hut together talking about travelling and our adventures in Papua New Guinea. You could tell they were great mates as they had been rogaining partners for 40 years.
 

Serpentine Gorge through the reddish setting of my camera

Months later I am Googling the Rogaining World Championship and found out the boys had won in 2016. On their club website of Eureka I found the following



Geoff and Ron receiving their trophy (photo courtesy of Google)

Eureka’s Rod Gray and Geoff Lawford contested the 24-hour 2016 World Rogaining Championships near Alice Springs over the weekend, and have come away with 2900 points and the Gold in the Men’s Senior Veterans class, and 18th place in the overall results. Their course took them bush for 67.7 km, in a gruelling 23 hours, 30 minutes and 50 seconds in the unique and harsh terrain of the Red Centre.  From Facebook reports, they have come away with very nice ancient-McDonnell-Ranges-rock trophies, and legs full of savage spinifex spines!  Well done Rod and Geoff!!

Digging a little deeper it even became more impressive. This is victory number five as World Champs. They didn't brag even a single time. Well done boys!!!

 
This year's trophy I suspect Ron and Geoff would have received
(photo courtesy of the WRC website) 
 

Grey Bits
 
The name of the orienteering game Rogaine comes from its three inventors of Melbourne University RODNEY GAIL and NEIL.



A White Ghost Gum growing out the side of the hill next to Serpentine Dam


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Photography. The Beauty You Capture

 


Warning!!!!! The following content is of a completely biased nature and fuelled by parental pride. This article I found online and written about my son.  Imagine if you were the father of this young man? Would your heart swell with pride as much as mine?

Say hi to Taj Kempe!


A little bit about him…...

Taj is originally from Perth. His family moved to Capel 8 years ago. He has just moved into Bunbury a few months ago and is loving living closer to town.



Perth atmosphere

Taj has been a huge music fan since he was little. His dad filled their house with music like Radiohead, Powderfinger and Rage Against the Machine. This ignited his passion for music so he learnt to play the guitar and started to produce, even releasing some tracks online. His focus started shifting towards photography in 2014. He was inspired by photographers online, good cinematography in film, exploring nature and city/street culture.



 
 
He bought a decent camera and a few lenses, started teaching himself and practising as much as he could. He found that photography follows a similar creative process as producing music but thinks it’s more adventurous and gives him more of a reason to explore or to get up at 5am. He still enjoys making beats in his spare time.






Taj studied building design after high school and currently works at Veen's Design Group as a building designer. In his spare time he is a freelance photographer doing work for Bunbury Regional Art Galleries, Bunbury Neighbourhood Soup, Skyfest, Good Nights and Christmas in the City. He recently broke into the world of wedding photography and really enjoyed it. If that didn’t keep him busy enough, he is an amateur DJ on the side.

What is his favourite thing about Bunbury?

The location. Convenient for getting to some of his favourite locations further down south as well as being close enough to make a day trip to Perth. There is so much going on in Bunbury right now. The city is pretty much a construction. So much exciting stuff to look forward to. The city is really evolving.


Who are his Bunbury Heroes?

Elle Dixon – Most hard working/talented graphic designer and all of the artists involved in Six Two Three Zero's ReDiscover Bunbury 2016 Festival.

Thank you Taj for being a lover of all things Bunbury!




Thank you for supporting local hang-outs like The Townhouse which you are a very frequent customer.

Thank you for capturing some amazing moments in this city we love!


The ocean near Bunbury


Your photography style is very beautiful and you help the rest of us remember these great times forever.

Thank you for volunteering your time for community events like Bunbury Neighbourhood Soup.




These events wouldn’t happen without the support of all our talented and generous locals like you! We can’t wait to see how your photography evolves and all the beauty you capture.
 


Grey Bits
 
The photo that leads off this story is of my son Taj. All other photographs I have added and have been taken by him. If you want to look at some excellent photography or are looking to employ a young, brilliant photographer go to: http://www.tajkempephotography.com/landscapes/

There is something about Taj's Photography - a certain melancholy - a quiet space - a raw artistic edge.

Biased? Me? ........



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Larapinta 6. How to Survive Minus Five




 

 It was so cold that night politicians began to talk about the homeless.
 
In my wind-pierced shelter I suffered in silence. I managed to sleep intermittently between gusts of freezing air that found a way through the zipper of my sleeping bag. My exhaled breath was clearly visible when I finally popped my head out of the tent finding the world champ competitors had left to chase their gold medals.
 
My lawyer, who you will meet later in this story, told me the temperature, according to his reliable watch, dropped to a snappy minus five during the night. To add insult to injury,  the gasburner/ bottle refused to provide me with that all important, soul warming cup of home brand Earl Grey. I am sure some random scientist, some day, will explain to me at what temperature gas freezes.

 Saturday 16 July 2016

Another discovery I made that morning was that I don’t function at all well in the cold. After saying goodbye to Grant and stumbling the last kilometre over the rocks to the top of Hill Top, I found myself lost a couple of times. A cliff face suddenly presenting itself and my frozen windswept brain, did not register this was not the Larapinta track, but a treacherous overhang poised to kill or maim. Resorting to lowering myself down, my legs were absolutely shattered when I made it to the bottom of the hill. After this physical endeavour, I became almost indifferent to the stunning beauty of the world around me.
 
 
A peak into the valley just before the steep descent
 
 
Luckily, after sweeping around I found the track back at the bottom. In a dreamlike state Waterfall Gorge Campsite passed - a tiny, cold gorge floated by – there were several waterholes drifting through my line of sight – somewhere was a large dried waterfall but I was unsure of the order of these events.

Four or five hikers came past from the other direction. Again, they were mainly woman who told me temperatures over the next couple of days were on the rise. They wore hiking shirts and broad smiles as compared to my rain jacket and miserable grimace. How is that possible? Then I noticed the wind slapping like dry ice straight into my noggen. My eyes were continuously tearing up and, excuse me, my nose was in a continues state of leakage. Walking with the wind and in the shelter of your pack is obviously way more comfortable.

How to survive minus five??? 

Rug up, walk on and keep smiling!!!

 

The dried up waterfall with plenty of water for drinking

 
The track spilled out into this giant half-pipe valley where the sun attempted to thaw me out unsuccessfully. Flanked by two enormous ridges, my hands came back to life enough to take some photos of this moonlike landscape. 
 
 
The moonlike half-pipe
For five hours I walked through this valley in the sun with my jacket on, still cold.
 
The Inarlanga Pass was an exquisite, thin cut through the range with beautiful gumtrees and psychads growing over a rocky creek bed.
 
 
Inarlanga Pass
 
For the last five kilometres I pretended I was at the Canning River parkrun in Perth again. The wishful fantasy falling over badly with the pack cutting into my shoulders and the rocks strewn around randomly, killing the urge to run. It did bring back some great memories. Memories that helped to ignore the aches and pains of hiking. Distract me brain, Please!!!!
 
 
The view from my tent at Serpentine Chalet Dam with the kitchen
 set up for easy access in the morning

I found nine hikers in the Serpentine Chalet Dam Campsite to chat to. If you are a compulsive, high on life, social animal as I am, hiking solo is a great way to get to talk to people whether you like it or not. I met two guys called Rod and Geoff who told me they were dawdling along on the trail. In my mind I baptised them Dawdle One and Dawdle Two. A couple of hikers I had met before, Rosalind and John, were already setting up on the other side of the creek. One of the other hikers in camp had a bandaged  wrist - fractured during a fall in a completely innocuous spot. A reminder of our frailty in such isolated, desolate country and how in one bad moment it can be all over. After three days, a hospital visit and stacks of painkillers he and his two mates returned to the Larapinta track.  

 
'Someone else is always doing it tougher'.

 
Grey Bits
 

Water cannot be shipped into a tank at the confusingly named Waterfall Gorge Campsite between Ormiston Gorge and Serpentine Dam Chalet. You can carry a water supply for one and a half days with you or can ask oncoming hikers whether there is water available in the waterholes in the gorge or at the waterfall. This water needs to be treated by boiling it and using purifying tablets. I carried five litres of water in and nearly ran out the next day.

The Serpentine Dam Chalet was the first attempt at building a tourist facility in the West Macs - it is now an old ruin of a dam and a building.

If you want to find out more about the Canning parkrun click on this link
https://semigreynomad.blogspot.com.au/2016/01/not-just-walk-in-park.html

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