(Bush wacking Whitewall continued)
I got back to the hut half an hour after Andrew who had already headed off to the road and the pack house. Lindsay, the chef for the day, whipped up some macaroni and cheese for lunch while I whined about all the gashes and bruises on my legs left by the horrible hobble bushes. “Oh, my poor legs,” I kept whimpering with little or no sympathy from anyone! Anyway, it was an awesome hike!