Mount Me (baby!)

My first Blavel adventure entry!!! Note that the following recollection may not mirror the actual order of events that took place, as i was mostly intoxicated with beer and fresh air. They all occurred, i'm just hazy on what happened in what order...

The lads got together for a 4x4, dirt bike and camping trip to Mt Mee State Forest. About 60km north-west of Brisbane, out past Dayboro, we cruised in through the dirt tracks on a beautifully clear day. It'd been raining all week, so we had an interesting assortment of conditions ranging from hard packed dirt tracks to slippery-as-a-motherfucker clay hill climbs.

I'm driving my '85 pajero shorty (Angus), with camping gear in the back. Getting it side ways on the hard pack and trying to avoid going over the steep drop off down the mountain flanking the track. We arrive at the camp site, setup and then get ready for our first trip out. The bikes gear up and head out to scout the tracks for us. The crew are driving mostly stocko 4x4's with road tyres so Angus is (incredibly) the most kitted out machine on the road with a 31in muddies and a 2in lift. My neaest competitor is a early model Sierra, no mods i'm aware of, but a fuckin zippy little engine that can shit all over my quarter mile statistics. And a manic driver that will go through hell to get his vehicle into places by rights it shouldn't.

First track meets us with a mud fest - slippin and sliding all over the shop with some great mud pit footage taken by our defacto photograher, Biggsy. A relatively nasty decend down a tractionless muddy hill puts us stuck down the bottom of a little creek, with a rutted-to-the-shittery acent on the other side. Did i mention it was wet and muddy? The Sierra can't make it up, so the stocko trucks have no chance which means a turn around. The hill we'd just slid down turns out to be a regular son-of-bitch, but a hell of a lotta fun to get back up. We finish off a few more tracks, including a rather narrow one that has all the hall marks of a walking track, and then get back into camp.The night is spent downing beers, bbq's, tunes and a fire. The firestick got pulled out for a go and i tried my best not to catch alight.

Second day we hit come more tracks. It's lunch time before were even awake and incredibly the tracks are still slippery as hell. The mazda 4x4 got bogged up a bastard hill and the lads had to literally lift and push the thing out. Not a bad effort considering it's damn near impossible to even walk up this hill it's so slippery. Next comes the ute and Angus taking it side ways in an effort to fly up this hill without any bog action. After a few more tracks we end up at a water hole, with an awesome waterfall that's asking to be jumped from (albeit surronded by signs advising not to). So we strip down and get jumping. Turns out the water is about 2 degrees. It was... invigorating. So after a short swim and a lot ogf shivering we jumped back into the trucks for a final run before packing up. The final run was nothing but heartbreak. A short hill climb, steep as last years tax bill and wet as my gir.. err... wet. After about 30 attemtps, the Sierra manages to get enough speed to launch itself to the top. I give props to the crazy man behind the wheel here. He tried every line and eventually made it. I wasn't so lucky. I kept hitting the same rut and bouncing to the wet growth on the side of the track. Reluctantly, and after 30 attempts myself, one of which nearly put me into a tree, another that saw me nearly roll ass over tit sideways down, i gave up.

All in all, a great trip. Good time, good company. Hopefully going to head out again soon. I've added a host of pics to view so check them out!