Often times when we would be sitting out the rainstorms some times lasting 72 hours, in a small couped up tent on the top of the mountain with only room to sit up and nothing to lean against and nothing but freeze-dried meals. We would dream and talk about other trips where we could have a tipi and a stove with chairs and any food we wanted.
The 3 of us would all describe the same thing, to paddle somewhere (a kind of southern hemisphere float trip) with deer hunting and fishing in the cold weather.
Unfortunately, we never realized this dream while Paul was still with us. But it gave Clinton and myself a renewed urgency, to not just dream but do.
As we had been given a stark reminder that life is too short.
We got to planning and the next year Clinton had a 12 man tipi and I had a canoe. We had a location that would give us most of the elements we were after for our trip.
We would hunt Sambar deer and fish for trout on a large lake in Victoria a southern state of Australia.