Wed 11th Sep – Rawnsley Park (Flinders Ranges) -> Barmera (Riverlands)
This whole time I have misunderstood the group dynamic. Up until now I thought we were a trio. How blind I was. At the beginning of the day, it is clear we are a quartet, the forth member an 18 year old RAV4. But even then, the group blossoms further, and Sortbot rounds out our quintet.
The roadtrip begins homeward bound. Familiar terrain beckons: wide open plains, thundering road trains, blood feuds around airconditioning levels, Britney Spears in her sexy stewardess stage, overtaking lessons and varying levels of disdain for toilet breaks.
Our Airbnb tonight is fucked. There is no door to the shower and the advertised queen beds are clearly doubles. There are way too many wind chimes (greater than zero) and Buddhas haunt every room. James is worried the host lives in a granny flat area whose windows are boarded up with sheets. It would be hard for this night to be more uncomfortable.
We watch an indie time travel movie that we rent on YouTube called Primer. Pretty sure Joe recommended this. (DW here – this is bullshit. Joe never recommended this.)
What is this muscle?? I need to hike more often. JRT
The tree is over 500 years old. The sign with this fact looks a similar age. The tree is located in a very dry area of SA. JRT
My favourite signage quote: “The destruction of pastoral properties in the Ororoo district was not seen as a positive by all”. JRT
There was a strict rule that James must pick up a piece of National Park garbage for each rock to offset his sins. I suspect he may have tried to pull a fast one on me as there are rocks in every cupholder of Wobby now. DW.
I love noodling. JRT.
Burra is a very cute town. A highlight is the local art gallery, where local kids have submitted drawings of flowers. There is extreme variances in artistic skill. There is a drawing by a 9 year old who is destined for greatness. JRT
It’s become increasingly obvious over the trip that Dek only feels comfortable in the driver’s seat. JRT
I get water on the corridor floor while showering. Dek is sitting at the dining room table when I get out of the shower. We are getting too comfortable on the trip. JRT
The introduction of Sortbot has thrown me. Where has he been and where did he come from?
Can’t wait to read your email to Jane about her accommodation but Jane probably does give 2 ****s. Nothing like close living.
Give Wobby a pat from us. Safe trip back xx
Sortbot has been crammed in the back the whole time. This was his outside the car day. He’s stuffed back in the car now.