Richard and myself really wanted to make it down to Pemberton and Margret River before I left. We set off with no concrete plans . We had no place to stay, very little money and some very unpredictable weather. All of these difficulties made our trip so, so much fun! The first night we slept in the forrest in Margret River.. with no tent, just a couple of mattresses. We bought a big hunk of meat and Richard made a roast stand out of sticks from the bush. We sat around the fire and tended to the meat which turned out to be one of the yummiest things I have ever tasted. On the second day we drove down to Pemberton and climbed the 76 metre high Bicentenial tree. When we were at the top admiring the view and waving at the tiny people below us we made the impulsive decision that tonight we were going to sleep up this tree. We did not hesitate to make this happen, and the next thing we knew Richard was trecking it up the metal pegs with two pillows strapped to his back and a doona stuffed in his backpack! I was following close behind him with our stash of food for the night. That night was the coldest, most uncomfortable sleep of my life. However, watching the sunset and sunrise from 76 metres in the air was priceless and the thought that we could be the only ones in the world doing this particular thing made the experience 100% worth it.
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