First ever overnight hike

My Dad has been scanning some of his old slides, which include photographs of various family events over the last several decades. He came across this one from my first ever hike. He and Mum took me in to the original Lake Pedder way back when I was 7, just before the lake was dammed and flooded. I remember very little of the trip, unfortunately; just a few bits and pieces and vague images. I carried a little daypack although I think it probably only contained my clothes, and I seem to remember that I was told to leave my camera behind (it was a very simple camera). We camped by a creek on the way in, where apparently the sound of the water provoked me to sleep-talking about someone leaving the tap running! I don’t know how far we walked but I have a vague image in my mind of the button grass scrub and the white quartzite of the track rising up over a low ridge (an image that just came back to me, although it lost detail the more I tried to think about it). I also have faint recollections of the campsite at Lake Pedder itself, nestled among the shadowy teatree with lots of mosquitoes. Lake Pedder was famous for its wide pinkish granite beach, where small planes could actually land, and I know we flew out, although I can’t remember anything about the flight.

Anyway here is the photo (which neither of us have attempted to “fix” in order to reduce the age-related discolouration of one side); that’s me paddling in the lake. I am now somewhat taller and older, and the water level of the lake is now about 40m above what is shown here.