This book is written in honour of my dear Dad whilst also telling my story. My father and I were close; he helped shape the person I am today. As well as being my father, he was my best friend; continuously I confided in him knowing he would never judge or put me down. His choice was to always praise and encourage me. Besides feeling humbled, Dad would be delighted that his little wooden hut, part way up the majestic Great Western Tiers behind Caveside, is keeping his memory alive 60 years after it was built and available for anyone to visit or spend a night. Constantly I miss my Dad, all the while wishing he was still here. I have no doubt that this bushman still walks his track, and we will be reunited again. Until then I’m proud to be a Bushman’s Daughter.
