Survivor - Australia
It all started out as a jaunt through the bush down to see the ocean. Over a rutted, eroded path worse than in Africa (which up to now had been our benchmark) we rocked the 4-WD up and down and around through the trees and bushes. The water was in sight when we met another car head-on. They advised us to avoid the sand as it was very soft. So, Darin drove through the parking area and straight away onto the beach, where the sand was very soft and where we dug that four-wheel drive into the sand up to its belly! Don't ask....Darin is the type who believes he drives by a different set of rules, but there are drawbacks occasionally to that type of thinking. We piled out of the car and I looked down the deserted beach to my left .... nothing, not a house, not a boat, not a person in sight. To my right the same. Now it was a very beautiful, pristine type of beach that wound around a cove for about 3-4 km., but it was a very deserted beach. Dad set off to see if he could find any driftwood, boards, anything that we could use under the tires. Rada, the kids (4) and I set to pulling bush limbs from the dunes - up and down, up and down the dunes. And then the wind rose, the sky darkened with storm clouds and we ... prayed. The rain line inched towards us, but never let loose the usual downpour - oh yeah, we were happy. Then it was time to dig - with hands, boards and my favorite tool, the bone/cartilage of the cuttlefish. Our first attempt after digging out the wheels was a no-go. It only set the tires deeper. So we then dug out the wheels and the undercarriage. Good exercise! Actually, your Dad and I were quite enjoying ourselves - the sun had come out and the wind died down to a breeze, but of course, it wasn't our car dug in and it wasn't our children who would be spending the evening on the beach if we didn't get out. But, God was faithful and gave us the strength to "keep on diggin" and we roared out of the sand eventually - five hours after we had arrived. The adventure continued but I don't want to set the record for the longest blog entry - we persevered and arrived home and threw some meat on the barby to celebrate our victory over machine and elements.
posted by mummers at
7:29 PM
4 Comments:
Why, Little Missy, that there sounds like a genuwine adventure! Some say, always pack a shovel when going to the beach, but, if sand castles aren't in your plans, well, it's easy to forget.
Let's take a moment to thank our departed friend, the cuttlefish, who gave his/her remains to help save the day and the barby moment.
Ron and Darin would get along great!
Yes, there is a lot of the "West" in Darin - never a dull moment - did I mention he also took your dad and I out to spin doughnuts in a deserted area where the dirt was all clay ... and it had recently rained. This is just way better than sitting on the porch swing at night.
he haw! sounds like my husband. First he was mowing the neighbors' jumanji in dim evening light...then he was talking to my about converting a bread truck into an RV, bunkbeds and all. His last comment to me was, "Would you like to see the huge rat I caught? Never a dull moment!
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