Remember last post where we were discussing Bong Bong, Giggleswick and Punkeydoodles Corners in anticipation of our grand camping trip through Eulo and Toompine to Longreach? Well there is one point I forgot to mention – farms and livestock know when you are planning a holiday and they DON’T LET GO.
It could be the baby bull who suddenly has a hormone surge and disappears. After searching 2000 acres you find him on the neighbours place. With their heifers.
Or it could be that ironbark tree that caught fire two weeks ago and has been smouldering ever since. If it gets whiff of holiday planning it will fall over and land on a fence. And then burn through a water pipe.
Maybe a fire will start on a local property the night before you leave and the fire brigade is short-handed meaning Brian just has to go.
And while he is away Spy chooses this time to run into a tree. And fracture ribs. And get fluid on his chest. And needs a run to the vets (45 minutes away) at 4.50pm on a Friday afternoon.
Between taking Spy to the vet and waiting for Brian to return I packed.
Onto the ute went two swags, two camp beds, two eskies, two canoes, some fishing gear, a frypan and a billy and a packet of matches. The McKeesick Winnebago was ready for take-off.
With a baby bull in a secure home paddock, fence and water pipe fixed, fire out by 8pm, a bucket of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories shoved into Spy and nurse Col on duty, we too are ready.
Wish us luck – there are still 12 hours to go before we are out the gate.