Una Puna at the Lodge

    Living in the middle of nowhere has never been a problem for me. Life at the lodge is pretty great, but after returning from being surrounded by people in the city we were particularly aware of how alone and even vulnerable we can be up here. It was a rainy night and we had heard something out front, most likely a wombat or some other critter moving around and it put both of us a little on edge. Later that evening, while Em was taking a shower and while I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed, the lights went out. I found this odd since the generator had been on most of the day and the batteries should have had a full charge. Remembering the noise we heard earlier, my imagination immediately conjured up the image of an intruder possibly cutting our power and wandering around the lodge. Em immediately fed off of me and hopped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and pulled out a pocket knife from her toiletry kit, lol. We grabbed our head lamps and made our way through the house checking the rooms for the possible intruder and collecting weapons along the way. We made it out to the garage and put more petrol in the generator and got it going again. The lights came on, and upon further inspection of the lodge we realized we were indeed alone.
     Of course, we laughed at ourselves that night but made the mistake of telling Shaynee about our scare the next day. Shaynee, of course had a field day and couldn’t stop telling everyone the story about the Una Puna (the Aussie version of Bigfoot) visiting the lodge and Em and I wandering around the lodge in shower towels, head lamps, and of course leathermans ready to take him on. As if we don’t already get enough grief as it is for being Yanks… Geez.