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Contempt for an assailant is best shown by bravery in action.


...as expected, we knocked the bastard off in little time. Rising one thousand two hundred and seventy one metres over the city of Hobart, we thought ourselves gods for one moment.

Laughing and frolicking gaily like spring lambs in a jolly meadow of clover, we took happy snaps and toasted each other with bikkie bears.

The large radio and television transmitter [above] was a source of great amusement for the men in our party, affording us the opportunity to remind Jennifer of the phallologocentric omnipresence of modern, capitalistic societies. How we laughed!

Skipping through the abundant native flora, little did we know how soon we would be laughing out of the other side of our faces!


Amused by the ease of the task, we made our mistake: mocking the gods with our arrogance. Well, Ezra and Jen were okay, but Henry and I can get quite obnoxious at times, and my weren't we arrogant today. For that, we were to pay a dear price...

To be continued...
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EG CameraGirl said…
All the best in 2009, Kris!

Hmmm. Will we learn MORE about the price you had to pay?
2 January 2009 at 08:23
Anonymous said…
Here it's still the first day of the new year and - as I see - your post is already 2nd of January 09. Time runs fast.

I wish you and your wonderful family a Happy New Year 2009 with much health for all, good photo opportunities and all the best.
2 January 2009 at 08:41
Neva said…
Happy New Year to you and yours, Kris. I have loved sharing your part of the world and your lovely family......
2 January 2009 at 08:56
Sue said…
OMG...what happened? Don't leave us hanging here in cyberspace suspense....!!???!!#@%*#@!!!!!???
I'm all agog...(but the doctor said take an aspirin and lie down and I will be fine!??)
2 January 2009 at 10:57
Sue said…
Zac has been checking out your photos of the mountain and is particularly taken with these couple of pics as he swears that he was in those exact same spots when he visited Van Diemen's Land a couple of months ago. It was also snowing at the time...only it was justified as it was Winter!
3 January 2009 at 19:03
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, yes you will!

April, it is a weird and whacky world!

Neva, thank you very much!
5 January 2009 at 12:24
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I hope that you survived the wait!
5 January 2009 at 12:47
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