The Sausage Assassin Strikes!
There’s only one way to punctuate a long day’s journey, and that’s with food. Hot chocolates at Skipton; the bakery at Stawell – which wasn’t a good enough venue to dine at. Ev chose a picturesque location above Stawell for breakfast: cereal, sandwiches and choice of weather. It was the invitation to a lookout which prompted her to turn the car off the main road. Aside from nearly getting bogged in a detour, and facing a road climb akin to the Madderhorn, we enjoyed our breakfast in a fresh four-degrees, with a lazy wind cutting through three layers of clothes. I’m sure it was a ruse to get us to eat more quickly! Ev is convinced ‘the wilderness’ is not for her.
Lunch break was taken at Bordertown, preference for the simplicity of barbecued sausages. On this occasion the barbecue responsibility fell to Ev, who relished the role as the sausage assassin. I have never seen so many stab wounds on a single sausage! And when she rolled them over, each time they were freshly assailed with the knife. By the time we ate them they were pleading for mercy! Maybe she is cut out for the wilderness after all!
First night’s set up was at sundown – wonderfully picturesque, and more than appropriate for covering our fumbling ineptitude with van and awnings. Feels like we not only have enough stuff to explore Australia - we have enough to lay siege to it for months! The kids loved exploring all the park amenities – games room, pool and bouncing castle amongst other things. And then… sleep. Well, when all the excitement finally dissipated for the younger ones.
It was a beautifully balmy 8 degrees in Adelaide during the night... only Ev booked us into a site facing the beach. We awoke to fog horns, limited visibility and icicles hanging from the pointy parts of our faces!!
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