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to Egg Rock, and so back to camp; but through some 
wrong directions, and the day deciding to become night 
too soon, our plans went awry. 
We came back the way we went in a manner not 
meant. However, we crossed Nerang River, over a plank, 
up a snigging track, through the scrub, along a most un- 
pleasant prickly path, and here we heard a cat-bird call, 
then through long high grass, whose base was liquid mud, 
ploughed up by the cattle in making their way through it, 
thence up to the road on Beechmont, about a mile before 
the school. We had a magnificent view of the surround- 
ing country — to the right, Flinders Peaks, Tambourine ; to 
the left, Mt. Warning, and down Numinbah Valley, to 
Stradbroke Island. 
Along the main road, as we neared its end, weeds grew 
very thickly on cleared portions of the rich red soil, not 
under cultivation, and in one part, potatoes were growing 
on the footpath, with a hedge of weeds, some six or seven 
feet high, behind them. This main road gave us some miles 
of pleasant walking, then led us in to the forest again, 
and was no longer a main road, but just plain road. We 
went through open forest and grass trees skirted the tops 
of gorges with the thick scrub growing to the road’s edge, 
and through more open forest, and at last, climbed Mt. 
Roberts, up to Binna Burra. 
On the way up we had various views of Egg Rock, 
which became quite dwarfed in size as we viewed it from 
afar, but never insignificant. Along the steep side of the 
mountain, and quite close to the path, we found a good 
specimen of Hyacinth Orchid (Dipodium), which showed 
the folk staying at Binna Burra respect the National Park 
regulations in regard to wild flowers. 
From Binna Burra we looked out to Cunningham’s 
Gap and Spicer’s Gap, down Nixon’s Creek gorge, to Egg 
Rock, saw Springbrook and Robert’s Plateau. 
We heard some more bell birds, received a lift for a 
couple of miles in the cars belonging to the Beechmont 
boarding house, and came to the morass in the moonlight. 
Through this we plunged and slipped, and after about ten 
minutes or so of messing round in mud over our ankles, 
found the right path. It was rather eerie wandering round 
in the dark in that mud, the moonlight being nothing to 
speak about, seeing flickering pin points of light from the 
precious matches, and in the distance suddenly a dingo 
howled. However, once on the path, the prickles kept .us 
in the narrow way of virtue, and we just had to keep going 
