Silver Duke of Edinburgh’s Award Adventurous Journey Report
22 Year 10 and 11 Oxley students recently embarked on a canoeing expedition along Lake Yarrunga and the Shoalhaven River. Putting the boats in at Hampden Bridge in Kangaroo Valley, the paddlers were almost immediately challenged by a series of rapids, which most safely negotiated. Except for Annie and Sybille, who managed to steer and ground their canoe on the gravel in the middle of the river! Marooned, a swift rescue was made to free the pair.
Paddling conditions were perfect; light winds, slow current, which allowed the crews to practice their strokes unhindered, while appreciating the stunning riparian environment through which they travelled. Sightings of water dragons, sea eagles, kingfishers, kangaroos and ducks (alas no duckbill platypus!) were common. Swift progress was made to a lunch stop near Beehive Point, where wraps and trail-mix were downed with relish in the warm sunshine. Later, camp was struck at Sharkfin. Once tents were up and haloumi burgers cooked, or rather burned (!) and eaten, a fire and roasted marshmallows entertained the group under a starlit sky.
Day two saw the campers greeted by a dewy, misty morning; the mirror-like water just occasionally disturbed by pairs of pelicans skimming the surface or occasional fish slapping the veneer. A chance to stretch those aching shoulders and make up for missing ‘U Turn the Wheel’, saw the crews refine their steering with graceful ‘j’ strokes. The lake opened up to reveal magnificent properties with million-dollar swimming pools and manicured lawns stretching down to the water. Once again, the kilometres were gobbled up and the next campsite rejected in favour of pushing on to explore uncharted waters beyond Tallowa Dam. Here the valley closed in, as immense sandstone cliffs rose up to dwarf the group. Accessible only by boat, suitable campsites proved elusive. As the afternoon drew in, a compromise was made to pitch among the figs and stinging trees. In the company of a petrified bandicoot and a cheeky, salami-thieving possum, dinners were made, and a fire lit before tired bodies retreated to tents. Then came the rain!
Morning light on day three revealed the sorry sight of sagging, dripping canvas perched on soggy ground. Cloud had descended, trees were shrouded, waterfalls appeared, whip birds cracked and echoed, and the eerie gorge emerged like something out of Jurassic Park. By now the group was moving confidently – and for the most part straight – up the river, to the finishing point back at the dam. Riddles, songs and monotonous chanting from Zane and Jack about hundreds of milk bottles on a wall…saw relieved paddlers beach their canoes, shine up trangias, polish off rations, bid farewells to the wonderful OE instructors and board the bus back home to the Highlands.


















