It appeared, however, that if I stood my ground I was going to be stuck on my own for the next two hours (which actually sounded very appealing but the look from Tracy was suggesting a family walk would be a better choice for our relationship.
It was only 9am and probably a tad too early to have a glass of wine, so I eagerly put on my runners and set off with everyone. The wives had been given a pamphlet outlining a 10,000 step walk around Nuriootpa that would showcase some of the backstreets and older historic homes, so off we went. Dylan decided he would be the holder of the map and lead us, following the big blue line on the map. I was naive enough to think this was a good idea and secretly hoping he would take a wrong turn, get frustrated, give up and head back to the caravan park. A fair enough assumption for a 10 year old I thought. I should have known better than to assume anything with Dylan. There was a blue line on the map that needed to be followed, and regardless of how many blisters or available shortcuts, we were following that blue line goddammit. There were 5 kids followed by 4 adults traipsing through the streets of Nuri, where I learnt that this town had houses on streets, just like any other town I had ever passed through. Not quite the historic walk I had been coaxed into doing. We had got about half way through when Liv, Daniel Tracy, Teddy and Kayla decided they couldn’t do any more, and they headed for the van. That left me supervising Dylan, Tyler and Darcy (albeit from 300 steps behind them). Despite my efforts to get Dylan to take a detour or two, we had to stop and make sure we were still on track with the blue line every ten minutes. Tyler and Darcy took the easy option when we hit the Main Street, heading for the park, but not Dylan..... the blue line said we needed to turn right, so right turn we did. I nearly got him to cross the main road at the end, but there was no way since the map indicated we had to take a path that went under the road (the blue line went missing under the road, so therefore that is where we had to go.). We could see the van park straight ahead, and my legs were speeding up sensing a seat with a cold bourbon 🥃 calling my name. But noooooo. The blue line said we had to go around another block, so that is where we went. Finally- we popped out at the bush land across from the van park and the blue line said we had made it. At this point Dylan ran ahead, leaving me and Taz to ourselves, ignoring the fact I was the only one out of 9 people that stuck it out and suffered through the entire walk with him. I hobbled back and slumped into a chair with a cold drink, immediately feeling every muscle starting to seize up.
We cooked some Yiros meat on the Weber before settling around “the fire” which was a mozzie candle that Liv had stashed away, laughing about Dylan and his blue line.
It was quite cold with the breeze picking up ahead of the predicted overnight showers and after today’s marathon efforts, I was buggered and crashed early. Looking forward to the winery visits tomorrow.
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