It was the eve of our trip. I had only
been out of hospital for about a week and still wasn't feeling my
best but we had work to do. A sane couple would have postponed the
trip, but we weren't entirely sane... The gas bottles were filled,
the batteries charged and the fuel tank was full. Only one thing
remained... Just where in the hell were we going? I siggest to
Courtenay we head to Woody Head near Illuka, It's only 3 hours away
so we could see how well Ruby travelled and how well our car towed
the van. I was nervous but I knew I had Courtenay by my side. Now,
you may think “How romantic” or “That's lovely he's confident
in his wife” but I think we were both filled with the kind of
courage you have when you drink alcohol. A crazy sense of courage. We
sat under the carport with our van up, It was as ready as it was
going to be. We drank coffee and tea while sharing camping war
stories with our parents and neighbors. Tomorrow our adventure would
begin.
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