A short note of warning: This story is based on a piece of history and, as such, the characters do a few things which are not advisible. Please, if you’re faced with a flooded creek, find another way around. Or wait for the water to go down. It’s not worth it.

“This camping ground sure isn’t what it used to be,” Mart grumbled, while casting a dark look at the group across the way. “I don’t think I want to spend a whole week here, now.”

“It is rather noisy and crowded,” Honey agreed, rinsing her lunch plate in the tub of hot soapy water. “But, it’s just as lovely as I remember, otherwise.”

The Bob-Whites, with Honey’s cousin Ben, a group of his friends, and two of the Beldens’ cousins, had arrived the previous evening at Champion Creek. They had each carved out some time from their busy schedules to get together and unwind. Instead of peace and quiet, however, they were surrounded by rowdy campers. Worse, Knut had dropped off some of the group and most of their gear, meaning they didn’t have enough vehicles to move everyone somewhere else in one shift.

“There’s a place my brothers and I camped over that hill,” Hallie told them, pointing to one of the higher mountains in sight. “It’s a bit of a hike, but we could do it, if you want somewhere quieter. It’s just a pity we don’t have enough cars to take everyone; that would be a lot easier.”

Diana’s eyes narrowed. “How much of a hike?”

Cap shrugged. “A few hours, I’d guess. I haven’t ever tried getting over there from here. And it depends which one Hallie’s thinking of.” He turned to his sister. “East Fork, or White Pine?”

“White Pine,” she answered. “There’s nothing to see near East Fork; between here and there is a complete wasteland, once you’re past that ridge.”

He shook his head. “Just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean there’s nothing to see. But how about if we strike camp now? We could be there well before dark. Most of us can hike and the rest can drive around with the gear and meet us there. How does that sound?”

Jim glanced around at the group. “Should we take a vote?”

“No one votes,” Ben scoffed. “We all agree. Let’s go.”

Several of the Bob-Whites shared long-suffering looks, but made no comment. Ben’s attitude since they arrived had left something to be desired.

Half an hour later, the tents were down and all their belongings had been packed. Cap surveyed the piles of gear, testing the weight of items here and there and setting some apart.

“We’ll need to carry some supplies with us,” he explained, “just it case it’s further than I think and we need to stay somewhere overnight. We’ll divide them up between us. Who’s walking and who’s driving, by the way?”

“I’ll drive,” Trixie offered. “So long as someone’s going to show me the way.”

“I will, too,” Jim added. “Or, I can be Trixie’s passenger.”

Hallie looked to Cap and smiled. “I guess you want me to drive and you’ll guide the hikers?”

He smiled in return. “Sounds like a plan. Anyone else want to be a passenger, or are the rest of you hiking?”

One of Ben’s friends, a stout young man called Stuart, wanted to ride, but the rest preferred to hike. Diana waited until last to choose, to ensure that she was not in the same group as Stuart. She found his tendency to leer at her distasteful.

They soon had everything loaded into the three vehicles and the other supplies evenly divided. Cap led the hikers to the trail as his sister departed in the opposite direction.

“I feel better already,” Honey declared, adjusting the pack on her back. “Wilderness, here we come.”

In minutes, the laughter and coarse jokes of the other campers faded from their hearing, to be replaced by the swish of wind in the trees and crunch of twigs underfoot. Until, that is, running footsteps approached them from behind.

“Someone’s coming,” Brian called from the back of the group, stepping to one side of the trail.

The someone burst in on the group only moments later.

“Cap!” Hallie put her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. “You have to come. Now.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Gloria. The baby. And Knut’s not there.”

“Is she okay?” Honey asked, with a gasp. “The baby isn’t due yet, is it?”

Hallie shook her head. “Four more weeks. But it’s coming now.”

Their older brother Knut’s wife was expecting their first child. She was staying with her parents in town while Knut travelled for work. He had left the afternoon before, directly after dropping off the campers.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Cap asked, shaking his head.

“Well, I’m not going by myself,” Hallie countered. “She needs us. She sent someone to come get us. So, we need to go.”

“But what about the hike? The new camp site?”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “They’ll find it just fine. Tell them how to get there and we’ll probably meet them there in the morning.”

“If they don’t become hopelessly lost,” he muttered.

Ben pushed forward. “This lot probably would, but I am an expert navigator, aided by the latest technology. I’ll be in charge.”

“I have been here before. I have the experience,” Mart argued. “I’ll be in charge.”

“You’ll have to work together,” Cap told them, distracted by the rough map that he was drawing. “This is where we are. That’s where you’re going. Don’t go too far east, or you’ll end up at East Fork instead. Is that clear enough?”

“Of course.” Ben snatched the map. “Let’s go, everyone.”

His two friends, Will and Tom, followed him at once. After a hesitation, Honey joined them. She glanced back at the other four Bob-Whites, giving them a pleading look.

“Go on. We’ll see you at the camp site, probably in the morning,” Cap assured them. “Oh, and be careful of creek crossings – the water might be up after last night’s rain.”

“Good luck,” Di called, before she turned to follow Mart. “Give Gloria our love.”

The trail they were following crested a hill and wound down the other side into a deep valley. In front of them, a much higher hill rose. When Ben’s group reached the lowest point, they stopped long enough for Mart’s group to catch up.

“What’s the matter, Riker? Lost?” Mart taunted, his face red and running with sweat.

“No. I’m just considering going back. I don’t want to drown. You can try it, if you want.”

Mart looked long and hard at the creek, which rushed through the landscape, frothing white in places as it tumbled over rocks. Too wide to jump and too fast to wade through, it seemed an effective barrier against their reaching their destination.

“Is there another trail we could follow?” Di wondered. She looked to Ben. “Have you checked?”

Ben mumbled something incomprehensible.

“Sorry?” Di stepped closer to him. “What did you say, Ben?”

His friend Will sniggered. “Riker forgot to charge his phone. And the portable charger’s in his bag.”

Honey carefully looked away from her angry cousin, her face a blank. Mart snorted and opened his mouth to comment, but was interrupted.

“Maybe if we walk along it, we might find an easier place to cross,” Brian suggested, in a loud voice. “Some of us can go upstream and some down.”

Ten minutes later, they met up, neither party having found a better place.

“There’s only one thing to do,” Mart asserted. “One of us will have to go ahead with a rope.”

“I’m not going in there,” Ben replied. “You can try it if you want.”

“No one’s going in alone,” Brian put in.

“Is it deep?” Honey asked. “I think we could manage it and if we have the rope and it’s too hard, you can pull us back. I’m willing. Are you, Mart?”

He nodded. “Let’s try it.”

They found the pack that had the rope in it. Honey and Mart stripped off as much as was decent, transferring the contents of their pockets to other places.

“Brr! It’s cold,” Honey noted, as she entered the water. “Ready, Mart?”

The pair plunged into the creek, pushing off a large, submerged rock and out into the current. The surging water pushed them downstream, so their progress was diagonal. Honey wobbled as her foot encountered a loose stone and nearly fell once, twice, then steadied herself on another rock. Then Mart stumbled, his arms flinging wide in an effort to keep his balance. Something below the surface shifted and he fell face-first into the water and began to tumble over and over, tightening the rope against Honey.

“Hold on!” she cried, trying to reach him.

Her flailing hand caught his, slipped, caught it again and held.

“Pah!” He spat out a mouthful of creek water and heaved himself up onto the far bank. “That was harder than I thought. Thanks, Honey.”

He pulled her up next to him.

“No problem.”

“You’ve gone too far,” Ben yelled. “Get back this way.”

“I’m going to do your cousin some serious damage before this is over,” Mart grumbled, wiping the water from his face. “Just wait.”

With the rope tied to trees on either side of the stream, their belongings could be transferred to the other side of the creek and the rest of the group could cross. The going was much easier with the taut rope to hold onto and the rest of the manoeuvre was completed without mishap.

After a short time to dry off, take a drink and a snack, they started up the other side of the valley. As the land became steeper, however, the trail became harder and harder to distinguish until they lost it altogether.

The grade of the land increased. They came to a stop at the bottom of an escarpment. What might have been a goat track meandered off to the left, while an opening between the trees to the right showed a steep section of hill, littered with loose stones.

“It’s that way. I’m sure of it,” Ben declared, pointing to the right.

“No. That way.” Mart pointed to the left. “You’ll never get through there.”

“That just shows what you know.” Ben looked down his nose at Mart. “You’re just a small-town nobody. I have training and experience. And material resources.”

“Maybe you can buy yourself an electric wheelchair, after you break you neck.”

“You scared to go that way?” Ben sneered. “Or is it that you’re so poor you can’t afford to take risks?”

“I don’t need your approval. I don’t want your company. I’m going that way,” Mart yelled, right in Ben’s face.

“Fine! But I get half the stuff.”

“Fine!”

“Half of everything, mind.” He started pointing at the items others carried. “Half the food. Half the water. Half the equipment.”

Mart snorted. “I’ll take the tent. You wouldn’t be able to put it up without your servants!”

“No! You can’t have it!”

“You can’t use it!”

“We’ll cut it in half, then!” Ben declared.

Brian rolled his eyes. “Really?”

Tom, who was carrying the tent, quietly handed it over to Brian without them noticing. Honey and Diana shared a worried look, but Brian motioned them to stay back.

“You’re not going to take it from me!” Mart yelled.

“Oh, yeah?” Ben replied.

“Just try it!”

Dan, by this time, was silently laughing so hard he had to hold onto a tree. Mart and Ben ignored all of the others and started poking at the packs the other carried.

“And you’re not getting that frying pan!” Ben darted forward, unzipped Mart’s pack and pulled the utensil out. “This is mine!”

“No, it isn’t!” Mart grabbed its rim. “I’ll take this. It’s no use to you without your cook!”

The other six stood back and watched as Mart and Ben wrestled until the handle came off in Ben’s hand.

“Aha! Mine!” he cried, triumphant.

“Mine!” Mart repeated, holding up the pan.

“If you two are quite finished?” Brian asked.

Ben shook his head. “We halve everything now.”

Brian cast him a stern look. “I will halve everything. With Honey’s assistance. She’ll see that you’re fairly treated.”

Both Ben and Mart looked ready to argue, but Brian silenced them with a look. Deftly, he rearranged the provisions and repacked them.

“Good riddance,” Mart muttered, as he stomped away.

Diana, Dan and Brian followed him, but Honey lingered.

“I’ll go with Ben,” she murmured.

Di smiled briefly, to show she understood, and then they disappeared from each other’s sight.

Half an hour later, Mart conceded that he had lost the trail again. The terrain here was steep, the trees well-spaced with little managing to grow beneath them. The thick carpet of pine needles underfoot made the ascent slippery in places, but the crest of the ridge was in sight.

“If we get up there, we should be able to see where to go next,” Mart decided, pointing ahead.

Just as they scrambled up the last few yards, a voice hailed them from behind.

“Wait!”

Mart turned so quickly that he lost his footing, stumbled, twisted and landed on his behind, right at the top of the slope, earning a snort of laughter from Ben.

“What do you want, Riker?”

Ben scowled. “There wasn’t a way through, the other way.”

“Ha! See? I was right!” Mart crowed.

“Really?” Di asked, in a low, disgruntled voice.

“Yes! Riker was wrong and I was right!”

Dan sniggered. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Huh?” Mart paused in his gloating over Ben to look over his shoulder and see what they were talking about. “Oh, no!”

A much denser forest covered the other side of the hill, tangled with brambles and without a track in sight. Mart groaned, but low enough that those below could not hear.

“Let’s try to find a way through before they get up here,” Mart decided. “Brian and Di, you go that way; Dan and I will go this way and we’ll see if we can find a trail.”

Brian nodded and led the way away. Mart scrambled to his feet and started in the opposite direction, with rather more urgency.

Within a few minutes, Mart called out, “This way!”

“Coming!” Brian answered.

“Still lost, are you Belden?” Ben sneered, as he reached the top of the slope close to Mart’s new position.

“I wasn’t the one who went the wrong way back there, or up here,” Mart answered. “Now, come on. You’ve wasted enough of our time.”

“This isn’t a trail,” Ben pointed out, in an aggrieved voice. “It’s a gully. With puddles.”

Dan glanced back at him. “We lost the trail hours ago – when you were in the lead.”

“Does it really matter who got us lost?” Brian asked. “Let’s just follow the water down the other side. It’s the best chance we have right now.”

“I agree,” Honey added. “Please, Ben. I just want to find the way out.”

Muttering under his breath, he consented to the plan and followed Mart’s group.

“Oh! Just look at that!” Di cried, partway down the slope. “What a view!”

Honey moved closer to her and they paused together, looking out over the valley below and more tree-covered hills beyond.

“It’s nearly worth all this to see that,” Honey commented. “But I’ll be so glad to be out of here.”

After a difficult descent, the land flattened out and the encroaching vegetation became even thicker. They had to walk in the creek, which by now had a small but steady flow, just to get anywhere. At length, they began to hear the sound of more water.

“I guess it must join onto a bigger stream,” Honey mused, looking worried.

Further ahead, Mart cried out, triumphant. “The trail!”

He clambered over the rocks to a well-defined path that ran parallel to the creek as it flowed downstream. With sighs of relief, the others followed. Once on the path, they began to move much faster and soon came to the source of the water sound.

“A river!” Honey’s voice held her dismay. “Does this mean we need to go back? All that way?”

This stream was far wider than the first they had struggled to cross.

Mart shook his head. “Look: there’s a causeway. It’s just underwater a bit. I’ll wade through and check how deep it is. I’m wet enough already.”

By the time he had taken three steps into the deceptively smooth waters, the wash from the current reached half-way up his thighs and he staggered under its weight.

“Or not.” Mart retreated to dry land and frowned at their latest obstacle.

“It’s late and I’m hungry,” Ben complained. “There’s a clearing over here by the water. Let’s set up camp in it. We can go the rest of the way in the morning.”

Mart shook his head. “Are you insane? What if there’s more rain? We’d be washed away in the night.”

“You don’t have a better plan,” Ben answered. “You just stand there, looking stupid.”

“I’m thinking,” Mart snapped. “And I’ve got it. We’ve got a tarpaulin, right Brian?”

His brother nodded. “It’s in my pack.”

“If we use the ropes to bind some branches together, we can make a kind of raft with it.”

Dan glanced at the lowering sun. “We’ll need to be quick.”

“Well, let’s get to work,” Mart directed. “Everyone, find some good, stout branches.”

The sun disappeared behind the next big hill before they had their raft put together. Will turned out to have some experience in raft-building, having done it at summer camp, and with his useful suggestions they made something both light and sturdy. They carried it down to the water’s edge and it lay bobbing in the shallows. Several long, stout branches had been kept aside to push the raft along.

“I’m not so sure about this.” Di looked from the raft to the far side of the water. “Is it really going to work?”

“No. And I’m not going in it,” Ben answered her. “It’s a crazy idea from a stupid nobody.”

“It’s the best idea we’ve got!” Mart returned. “I don’t hear any better ones from you.”

“Anything would be better than that!”

“Oh, like camping somewhere that we’ll get washed away? I don’t think so.”

“A competent person wouldn’t set up camp where it would get flooded,” Ben taunted.

Mart let out a snort. “Right. So, you’re admitting to being incompetent, now?”

“Are you going to just stand there arguing?” Dan called, from the opposite side. “It works just fine.”

Will, standing next to Dan, agreed. “Come on, Riker. Quit being such a girl and get over here.”

“I’m not getting in it!” Ben repeated, as Will started bringing it back across. “You can leave all the provisions here. I’m staying.”

“You can stay here without any provisions,” Mart told him.

“You’re not in charge!” Ben bellowed, right in Mart’s face.

“Yes. I. Am!”

“I’m not getting in that thing!”

“Get in the raft!”

“No!”

Mart threw his hands in the air. “If you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll throw you in!” he thundered.

For a moment, it looked like Ben was going to argue. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

They stared at each other, chests heaving, for a long moment, then Ben swore under his breath and gave in. He clambered onto the raft while Brian held it steady, turned to glare at Mart, as if to warn him not to follow, and pushed off from the shore. The trip across went smoothly, then Dan paddled it back to pick up Mart.

“Now, we should just follow this trail to the camp ground,” Mart declared, once everyone was across, not looking at Ben. “I don’t think it’s far from here; we should make it before dark.”

Ben grunted, but did not otherwise answer.

They walked in silence until they had crested the next hill. The path turned a corner and Mart threw his head back and shouted in frustration.

“What is it?” Honey asked, from the back of the group. “Are we lost again?”

Ben pushed forward to see. “No, Belden’s steered us wrong. Again.”

“This is not my fault,” Mart argued. “No one could foresee this.”

“There’s a huge tree down,” Dan explained to those behind him. “It’s covered in thorny vines.”

Di glanced around them at a section of thick impenetrable undergrowth. “I think I saw another trail a little way back. Maybe we’d better try it.”

“This is the last time I listen to you, Belden!” Ben bellowed. “From now on, I’m in charge.”

“That sounds like the best idea, Di.” Dan agreed with her, ignoring the other two. “Let’s move, gang.”

“Like hell you are!” Mart roared. “I’m leading us out of here.”

“Do you think we should wait for them?” Honey wondered, giving the two a worried backward glance.

Dan shook his head. “Not here. If they haven’t caught up by the time we’ve reached the fork in the path, we’ll wait there.”

The others, including Ben’s friends Will and Tom, fell in with this plan at once. They could hear the argument, which showed no signs of ending, the entire time. After a few minutes’ wait, during which time Mart apparently tried to throw Ben over the obstacle, they came to the conclusion that they could not wait.

“We’ll stay,” Will offered, after a shared glance with Tom. “Hopefully, they won’t be long.”

Brian rummaged in his pack. “Take a flashlight, just in case. At the rate they’re going, it might be dark before they finish arguing.”

Will grinned and accepted it, and then the Bob-Whites set off.

“I feel really bad about abandoning them,” Honey confided, once they were out of earshot. “What if they get lost?”

Brian shrugged, a grim look on his face. “The way they’re behaving, they deserve it. But I’m sure they’ll be okay. In fact, I think the shouting’s stopped.”

“Maybe we just can’t hear it any more,” Dan added, cheerfully. “Or, they might have strangled each other.”

“That’s not funny!” Di chided, though she was trying not to smile.

“Let’s just enjoy the walk and the scenery,” Brian suggested. “This is a beautiful area.”

Honey nodded and followed him through the trees. They crested the small hill and the path wound down into a valley beyond. The trees thinned, and then gave way to open countryside. To one side, they could see a wide valley, edged by tree-clad hills. Further down the hill, a lazy river flowed.

“Oh! Is that the camping ground?” Di asked, a short time later. “I can see a fire pit.”

“I think it might be,” Honey agreed.

Brian stopped and looked carefully at the surrounding hills. “From what I remember of the map that Cap drew, I think this must be East Fork.”

The two young women drooped with disappointment.

“Jim and Trixie would be here if it was White Pine,” Dan added. “And that other guy. The creepy one.”

“Stuart.” Di wrinkled her nose. “You’re right; they would be.”

“I think I can hear voices behind us,” Honey noted, looking back. “Maybe you were right, Brian, and they had nearly finished arguing.”

Dan snorted. “They’ll never finish arguing. They’re still arguing now.”

“And here we are!” Ben crowed, loud enough for them to make out the words. “Didn’t I tell you we were on the right track?”

“This isn’t it!” Mart argued. “We’ve gone to that other place – the one Hallie said was no good.”

“You’re wrong, Belden. This is White Pine. I just know it. My navigational skills have saved the day!”

“You can take your navigational skills and shove them,” Mart retorted. “We aren’t there, yet.”

Heaving a sigh, Diana sank down onto a log pulled up by the empty fire pit. “What are we going to do now? I don’t want to hike any more.”

“Well, we could set up the tent,” Brian suggested, “but it would be pretty crowded for the eight of us to share just one tent.”

“Or we could see what Jim has to say,” Honey added, standing up and waving.

“Where have you been?” he called, from the edge of the woods across the way.

“Everywhere!” Di answered. “Those two couldn’t navigate their way out of a wet paper bag!”

“Well, come this way; it’s not that far now.” He reached them and took Di’s pack from her. “We’ve got our camp set up and Trixie’s tending the food right now. Come and get something to eat.”

“Oh, you don’t know how glad I am to hear that,” Honey told him. “This has certainly been an epic journey with our two explorers.”

“I overcame every obstacle that Belden’s poor decisions put in our way,” Ben insisted, pushing his cousin out of the way. “I am responsible for getting us safely through.”

“You?” Mart shook his head. “You just got in the way and kept making wrong turns. I am the one who got us through.”

“Is Cap at the camp site?” Ben demanded, suddenly.

Jim shook his head. “He said he might get back to us tonight.”

“I’m going to get there first and talk to him,” Ben decided.

“No, I am.” Mart shoved him aside. “You’ll tell it all wrong.”

The two broke into a run, pushing each other aside in their hurry to get back first.

“They’re going to get lost again, aren’t they?” Di asked, resigned.

“Probably,” Honey answered. “But it might give us a moment’s peace if they do.”

“I’m not going to ask,” Jim decided, as the rest broke into laughter.

“We’ll tell it around the camp fire tonight,” Dan promised. “But not until the intrepid explorers go to bed.”

A retelling of Hovell and Hume’s 1824 Expedition

Starring:
Mart as Hamilton Hume
Brian, Dan and Di as his men, Jeff Barrois, Henry Angel and James Fitzpatrick

Ben Riker as William Hovell
Honey as Thomas Boyd
William Bollard and Thomas Smith as themselves

Hallie as John Oxley, Surveyor General
Cap as Sir Thomas Brisbane, Governor of New South Wales

The real story (or a version thereof):

This piece of Australian history takes place in the days of penal settlements, at a time when much of Australia was unexplored. The colony around Sydney was outgrowing its resources and they needed to find more grazing land. Now, previously, John Oxley, Surveyor General of the colony had asserted that the area south of a certain point was completely useless and that there were no big rivers there. The new Governor Sir Thomas Brisbane didn’t believe him and, after a certain amount of argument – and scratching around for funds – an expedition was set up.

The two men leading this expedition had plenty of skills that should have been really useful – Hume was a skilled bushman (knowing how to survive in the Australian bush) and Hovell a former sea captain and expert navigator. Unfortunately, they saw each other as rivals and fought the whole time – and for the rest of their lives, apparently.

They set off from Hamilton Hume’s house. He was Australian-born, whereas William Hovell was British-born. In those days, the British-born looked down on the Australian-born as inferior. Hume and Hovell each had been assigned three convicts. One of Hovell’s men, Thomas Boyd, was known to Hume and was a well-respected horseman, bushman and swimmer.

Their first obstacle was a river in flood. Hume and Boyd swam across with a small rope between their teeth and used it to get a line across.

Next, they encountered a mountain range. Hume and Hovell fought over which way to go and then decided to split up and divide all the equipment. They only had one tent between them and they certainly threatened to cut it in half. I’m not sure if they really did. They did wrestle over the frying pan and, after its handle came off, one of them took the handle and the other the pan. Really.

It turned out that Hovell was wrong and he rejoined Hume. After that, there were various rivers to cross and mountains to climb and a lot of retracing their steps when they couldn’t find a way through. They found good farming land and the big river that Oxley had said didn’t exist. Hume named it the Hume River (after his father, he said), but today it’s called the Murray.

They improvised a boat using a tarpaulin, but no one wanted to get in it. Hume and Hovell fought again, during which exchange Hume is reported to have yelled, “If you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll throw you in!” Eventually, they crossed into what is now the state of Victoria, where they faced more obstacles and found more good land.

They arrived at a certain bay, which Hovell insisted was somewhere completely different. Some considerable time later (long after they’d returned), he realised his mistake.

The expedition returned the same way it had come, then Hovell and Hume, both wanting credit, raced back to Sydney in order to be first to report. Initially, Hovell as the older man got much of the credit, but Hume is now remembered more. It’s pretty clear that the party owed him their survival.

And I’m sorry to all fans of Mart and/or Ben for casting them as these two, but someone had to do it and I couldn’t see Trixie in either role. She would have let the other party keep the frying pan.

Additional author’s notes: A big thank you to Mary N. (Dianafan), who kindly edited for me and made some really valuable suggestions. Your help is very much appreciated, Mary!

This story was written for CWE number 14: Doomed to Repeat It. The requirements were to have at least one Trixie character star in a piece of recorded history, but set in modern times. Thanks to the CWE team for issuing the challenge. This was a tricky one, and I don’t know that I did the best of jobs, but I enjoyed it anyway.

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