Our adventure before dementia continues, with less brain cells than I started with. We camped at Delicious's place at Mackaysurbia. We just managed to get onto the conservation strip and within minutes we were sculling our first beer. Wanger and Delicious reminisced about all the old hashers from way back in Mount Isa and the east coast over a couple of bottles of NZ Sav. The big event was the Mackay hash run on the Monday. A fine bunch of athletes, very friendly and the circle kept rolling on with jokes and stories. A great fun night of hashing.
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| Pretty Thistle - We are in thistle, prickle and stinger nettle country - ask Rusti! |
The next day we beat the rush hour traffic out of Mackay and headed for the Burdekin Cane Farm Stay just north west of Ayr. We were greeted in true country style. We were given a night tour of cane burning and the next day witnessed the magnificent harvesters at work. Our tour of the farm continued on the third day and we were treated by the farmer and his wife to a personalised morning tea and cake.
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| Mad Max Machine - Sugar Cane Harvester in full steam |
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| All work and no play - The combined harvester chops the sugar cane into bite size pieces and deposits into the railway wagon onboard the truck. |
We are camped next to a stream, on grass and a camp fire. The night sky is magnificent. The company infectious. Our village of Highway Wanderers is growing and the camaraderie of our fellow travellers is a joy to behold.
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| Off to market - Each wagon weighs 5 tonne |
This place is such an oasis, we have decided to stay here until it is time to enter the Dam Fine Rally.
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| Fire - The edge of the cane fields are set ablaze. |
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| Fire Under Control - It is amazing how controlled these fires are. They can light them, steer them and put them out at a drop of a hat. |
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| Flying the Flag - As you all know, the Highway Wanderers are a great bunch of people. |
I will pass the blog over to Jo to tell a few stories. In Monto, Derek had had a skinful and went to bed at 10.30, just after midnight he got up for a leak, saw his mates at the fire and continued boozing. I got up to check he was alright, he seemed happy enough at the fire. Next thing, he has fallen into it - third degree burns on his stomach and arm. Fortunately we had a couple of nurses present and they were able to dress the burns before they became infected.
Fast forward two weeks - a boisterous dinner with our new friends, Maxine and Rob, also hashers from Perth. Horror goes out to take the dog for a walk. At midnight I could hear - Wang, Wang, Wang. I went outside to see what the problem was, the dog had gone and Horror had fallen over and was partially unconscious due to eight stubbies, two bottles of wine and a bottle of port...... He is now on notice, I am thinking of reporting him to alcohol anonymous.
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