Marching Home

We had a great night in the hut, the only sounds up in the mountains was that of the possums scuttling along the deck outside.

Of course my son was eager to kill them by throwing his mother's dive knife. He was allowed one attempt but, failed so it was back to bed.

This morning we gobbled our porridge as well as dehydrated scrambled eggs, hash brown and bacon, then walked out and home for a very welcome gelato.