I spent New Year's Day up the creek.
It was an odd choice considering I ended 2012 up Unemployment Creek without a paddle.
As I cooled my heels in Craven Creek, at the foot of Barrington Tops NSW, I realised paddles were over-rated.
I was content to sit and watch the driftwood, leaves, berries and flowers flow by to who knows where.
The butterflies still led a merry dance, a bossy male fairy wren kept his harem in check on the bank opposite, the flies carried on as usual and a few crimson rosellas dropped in for a drink and a chat.
But my feet, the same ones that brought me here, were still ... as were my heart and head.
It's almost time to get going. I'm ready to explore what's around the bend.
But this time I'll have a spring in my step.
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