Saturday, April 9, 2011
We live past a track to a hill called Mt Ragged. The other morning (think early) an older man knocked at our door having run/walked ?30 or 40 kms. He and his brother had driven a 2 wheel drive car from South Australia, along probably one of the roughest 4 wheel drive tracks you could encounter. My husband offered him coffee and then spent the morning pulling the bogged car out. It would be funny if this only happened once per year, but I get the feeling living in our new place we will be meeting a lot more people like this. I guess it's a bar story for them, but really?! Moral: don't drive a car where the gravel ends. I still haven't found the cord for the camera, may have to resort to a new purchase. The unpacking continues.