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Published: July 19th 2013
It was day three for me but night one with the lads. Pommie Neil in the ‘Cruiser, Phil and Tone in the Navara, John and Dennis in the Mazda, and the father-in-law Paddy tarting himself out between my Maverick and Neil’s ‘Cruiser. And Me.
As you already know, we jumped from Melbourne up to Murray Sunset NP. After I’d written the blog we tucked into a few brews and magnificent reds to sit by the fire. Fortunately for you all we solved the world’s problems through much heated debate so when we get back we’ll put some plans in action. After the brains trust was spent we hit the sack to wake up to a frost that would put Canberra to shame. I couldn’t get a good angle on my shots but each tent was covered in frost and ice. It was bloody freezing. That, coupled with the constant flow of trucks from Melbourne to Perth, as well as me coming down with some sort of super bug, meant I was in for a shite night. Not much to do but get on with it.
The next day we proceeded to Renmark through the produce checkpoint. Not something I
thought about, not being able to take produce across the border. Luckily Paddy and I only had a half baked potato from the night before which the official said was fine. We stopped off for supplies at BWS and also got some food. This was the last bigger town we’d be through before getting back to somewhere like Broken Hill...
We pretty much drove the whole day with a stop in Burra being the main break. In the late afternoon we were approaching our camp for the night at Willow Waters, somewhere south-west of Hawker. It was a top stop, a privately owned property that we had to ourselves, which was convenient because we again kept the brewers and vineyards in business. And also some carpenters as Neil was over his box (from the roof of the truck) and promptly burnt it on the fire!
I also had to perform some surgery on the old girl by chopping off the mud guards and part of the arches as the bloody things kept rubbing, with all of the extra weight and the new 33’s. Neil gave me some assistance in the form of bolt cutters, in addition to the
well timed (and childish) wedgie he gave me as I was peering under the old girl’s skirt.
By this stage I was in the full grip of some nasty virus. Paddy had checked me out and although I guessed tonsillitis it appeared to be a bloody virus. Wild Turkey with honey worked well and I actually got a decent nights’ sleep.
In the morning Neil, Phil, Den, Tony and me scaled a nearby hill/mountain to have a look at the structures we had been admiring the night before. Talk about a bloody climb! At some stages it was climbing on all fours and then sliding back down on our rear ends. We got some great pictures though and the view was amazing. From there, we trudged back to camp and got ready to wander off up the road.
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