On Monday February 11th, our scheduled day of
departure, we still had shopping and a lot of packing to do; Dad worked a
half-day. After last-minute trips to the library and gas station, we eventually
left around 5:10 with Dad taking the van and towing the trailer, and Mum as my
driving supervisor in the car. Driving the motorway was slow, but uneventful.
We had been on the open road for a while when we noticed Dad’s hazard lights
and indicator on; the fridge balanced on a small platform at the front of the
trailer had tilted to one side. It was secured with more ropes and we were off
again. This time we continued until we came to a picnic site by the water,
where everyone got out to stretch his legs.
After another hour of driving – this
time on narrow, windy roads through the bush – we arrived at our campsite, just
before dark. Trying to make dinner in the dark, when no one seems to know where
anything is packed, and several others are trying to erect a tent can be
interesting. We had planned on having an electric frying pan and the gas stove
to cook on, but apparently nothing else could be plugged in with the light that
was being used by those setting up the tent, so we managed with just the gas
stove. It took a while though; we ate around 11pm!
Monique had a seizure before Mum and
Dad went to bed, but otherwise we all slept like logs.
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