Lost in the bush

My family got lost in Kara Kara State Park yesterday. All of them.  Husband.  Daughter.  Dog.

I first learnt about it by text at 11:48 am, 2 hours and 48 minutes after they'd set out for a short postprandial stroll.  It was probably a good thing that I learned about it so late, actually, since I was supposed to be concentrating on the conference speaker, and I certainly was not after I received that text.  Fortunately, it was not many minutes after that first message that I received a second, letting me know that they had worked out their location using the map on hubby's trusty iPhone.  Only thing was, Taltarni, where they were, was a rather long way from Warrenmang where I was, so I had to wait a good while longer before they actually walked through the door.

I was kinda happy to see them.

Apart from a raging thirst (Who goes for a walk in the Australian bush without water, I ask you.  Easy to see that my husband is a British alien), and rather sore feet, they were no worse for wear, although all three did sleep particularly soundly last night.  The dog, in particular was shattered.

Now that they're home safe and sound, it really is a great adventure - a story to dine out on as it were.  Things like this are always funner after the event, aren't they?

Here are some photos of the first part of their journey.  They stopped taking happy snaps for Mummy when things got serious.