Up @6, but loo and filling in yesterday’s blog took a while… I’m on the road by…6:45am and the plan is for Dad to come along at 8:30am to find me for our breaky…
Thanks to creative-family-kind-of-love, the source of all thoughtful mateship, I am looking forward to this day…. (After I get going, I look up the map … 32km from our camping spot to the “thriving metropolis” of Petford (well, it has, that can be seen from its centre, one house and its own Railway siding).
Up the hill a bit, I look back to where our camp was (on the right) beside the creek (that I crossed over last night). No phone coverage here, & I didn't hear one car last night.
I hope Dad can catch the next 1½ hr sleep (He needs it).
@8:45am a four-wheel drive camping ute passes on the road from behind.
I meet some intrepid cyclists on this road:
They stayed at Petford at the Old School (Helen & Shane’s) last night. They made sense of this road for me… a rail trail turned road, and now turning into a NQ pioneer biking trail… thanks for shocking me back to reality Lindsey & Leonie.
Then we were off again…
Thanks for your friendly comraderie, and knowledge & advice! And thanks too, to the source of such good qualities!
Dad arrived around 11am. He was so tired that he had woken at his alarm and gone back to sleep. Lindsey and his wife had seen him on the road, rushing to try and catch up to me quickly. We stopped for 2 hrs & had a lovely lunch. We are still learning ways of honouring each other, given differences in experience, temperament and thought etc
Help us please (especially me) to be thoughtful, and not putting someone down for saying & acting differently. Boy, am I glad for the Universe, that I am not the judge, arbiter, or ruler.
Yappa from Lappa, and Donny the Salmon in the Lappa Luxury, say “Luxurious accommodation and gourmet food are all you get here!” And Keep away!
After saying Goodbye to Yappa & Donny, I gladly receive i copy of yep is most recent book of poetry, & walk on.
Justbefor 7pm I come to a sign of the closeness of my destination.
Dad is snoozing (I hope) at the accommodation with camping spots we’re booked into.
No! As I pass the Petford phone-booth, I recognise the person in it…
it is my Father inside it… trying to fix up a phone/wifi related issue. Otherwise, no phone coverage in town. They’ll ring back on the pay phone by 8:15pm.
Well, 31 or 32km today….
What an amazing day. Thank you to everyone who made it so friendly, so livable.
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