The small obstacle barring our way to our ‘escape path’ was the impassable, frothing Wilkin River we’d forded in the sunshine a few days before. Right now it wasn’t looking so timid. Getting chest deep in the cold and wet torrent, with a further 5hr tramp, didn’t seem like a tempting or wise offer. And so with hot food, dry comfy beds, and beer on the mind we headed for the spot where jet boats pass in the hope of gatecrashing a ride out ;)
When we arrived at the pick up point, there was already a group of soggy trampers waiting on the opposite bank. As we waited more and more gore-tex clad hikers arrived, “How big are these Jet Boats?”, “Dunno maybe about 12 seats?” By the time the jet boat arrived there were 20 people waiting and the boat didn’t look that big..