We didn’t leave till after 1 as Kayla had Cheer competition and presentations this morning. Tyler had hitched a ride with the Hardy’s on Friday night as he was refereeing at the Country Carnival for Soccer where Ned was also playing. In return, we had Patrick stay with us and banned him from having a shower so that he smelled not so good for when we reunited. They were then driving onwards to meet us at Bendleby on Monday.
We got to the reception area at about 6:15 just as it was getting dark. The super friendly bloke who can to hook us in simply showed me in a map where we were staying and said to hurry up because we won’t find our way in the dark.
I soon realised that he wasn’t joking, I was glad that we now had an off road caravan and car, and that his version of “everything is signposted” is a little far fetched.
We stopped at what we assumed was the correct spot, and set up in the dark.
Morning arrived after an early night, and it turns out we were in the right spot and very lucky to be in the middle of nowhere yet right where we need to be.
This morning we went for a walk up the mountain side to take in the amazing views and to be chased by one of the local goats. The Hardy’s arrived at around lunch time and the kid population exploded almost as quickly as the flies arrived.
I took off the 7km back to the reception area to pay and get some more information on the 4wd tracks with Dylan beside me, thanks to his supposed restrictive moon boot stopping him from climbing the mountain side again.
The tracks looked inviting and “easy” so Dylan and I turned left and went for a drive. An hour later we emerged, a little pumped and a bit more confident in the capabilities of Jerry the Jeep.
Wine O’clock arrived, only this time without any food, or wine (maybe it was just me with some bourbon...)
The fire got lit, dinner was cooked and a night of chatter began.
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