I rang on Wednesday to check if we could have fires, only to be told they were cancelling our booking due to the campground resembling Shrek's mud swamp and a 70m tree falling down due to the floating soil around its roots.
So I started ringing around looking for alternatives around the Barossa or Clare Valley, seemingly oblivious to the fact the creeks had water levels rising on an average of a metre per hour. We managed to find 3 available sites at Kapunda, and all seemed to be falling perfectly in place.
Except that all the roads leading to Kapunda were flooded and detours were in place. I was determined however and found that if we took the scenic route through Mt Pleasant, Angaston and Nuriootpa, then the only place we may get stuck is the last 10km. Luckily, my amazing talent in planning and research found us getting to Kapunda without incident, and passing some amazing flowing creeks.
Another preplanned event meant that Tracy had to turn around and head back home within an hour of arriving, to take Dylan to his specialist soccer training, so I continued to potter and set up the van, all the while trying to mask out this crap weather by drinking a bottle of Red.
It didn't work. I was so cold, even with a fire going, so I hid in the van with a heater on and watched a Stephen Seagal 3rd time repeat movie topping up with another drink or 2.
The wind picked up, the showers kept coming, and it was just horribly cold. Hoping the weekend is going to get a whole lot better.
Meanwhile the rest of the Barossa and Clare Valleys are now 3m under water due to the region being hit with a years rainfall in less than a week. And I am complaining about being cold.
Just as well no-one is listening to me... again.
Just as well no-one is listening to me... again.
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