The Last Night - an eerie symmetry

Back at the caravan park where we spent the first night created a sense of symmetry and familiarity. It was eerie watching the sun set over the bay once again, and being impatient as it took seemingly forever to drop below the horizon. It is a reminder of how one becomes conditioned to seeing events in a particular way...
However, that first night sunset was replaced by a storm on the second night, and the last of our trip. The winds whipped up during the night, rocking the van so much that I dreamed that I was sleeping on a train! Fortunately for the parents (us!), the winds hammered the end where the boys were sleeping. It was unrelenting during the night, with intermittent bursts of rain falling. Waking to this brought consideration of how we would pack up. The rain cleared, but the winds continued in their intensity, and as there was little need to "fold in" 0ne of the ends - it was like a sail, while the other end would blow out! We managed to finally pack down the van in stages, and headed off for home. The weather echoed the first night, which Ev reports here.
An amusing quirk of fate had us mixed in with a large cohort of vintage cars as they took part in the "Bay to Birdwood". We had seen many of these cars and their vintage vans in our van park. But as we drove up ANZAC Hwy, the streets were lined with people waving, so we responded! In the midst of T-model Fords, 1925 Chevs and other antiques, there we drove with our van, waving and receiving many smiles in response. It was nice of Adelaide to turn out to farewell us!