Stories

What the Franklin taught me

Author: Karen

Location: Franklin River

 

The Franklin taught me about camaraderie …

Where the bonds between us five were forged in two rubber rafts and the interdependency of our survival

 

The Franklin me about fear …

Fear that seeps into your bones and weighs on every move you make, always reminding you any mistake may be deadly

 

The Franklin taught me about expertise …

The chances of success are directly proportional to the skill with which you apply yourself

 

The Franklin taught me about wilderness …

From atmospheric glades; tranquil and restorative

To the roaring fury of Thunder Rush; hostile and merciless

 

The Franklin taught me about grit …

Persevering heroically is no different to stumbling forward when you can’t go back

Making it is making it

 

The Franklin me about nature …

How recklessly we disturb its exquisite balances and yet how quickly we become irrelevant

 

The Franklin taught me about minimalism …

About treading gently, travelling lightly, and the wisdom of entrusting your life to a $49.95 tent from Kmart

 

The Franklin taught me about joy …

How after a week of cloying damp, finding a pair of fluffy dry socks is life’s greatest pleasure

 

The Franklin taught me about myself …

How I am small and insignificant to many

Loved and important to a few

And pretty much everything to me

 

The Franklin taught me about heritage …

The connection I felt to country after ten days was profound

Imagine the connection felt after millennia

 

The Franklin taught me about itself

Where perhaps humans don’t belong, and every safe passage is its gift