A new direction

After the trip to Coober Pedy it struck us that we no longer had anywhere to go! By the way Kerrie is doing the Coober Pedy blogs and we’ll post them shortly.

Strange statement when you think of the vastness of this country and when you’ve realised, as we have, that 2 or 3 lifetimes are not enough to see it all.

But you see Coober Pedy was the last “Bucket List” place, the final destination on the list of must do’s.

From now on we’re not actually “Going” anywhere special; we’ll be truly Wandering Australia.

Now more than ever our home is the Aussie Wide and our back yard is 7,686,850 Sq Km in size.

Our plans to go up the centre to Darwin and round the “Top End” just didn’t seem to fit somehow. Neither did our next plan of spending some time travelling the Ayer Peninsular, then crossing the Nullarbor into Western Australia.

These are places we’ll no doubt visit in time and, of course, new desires to see places and things will return, but right now moving on any further seems somehow wrong. Also we want to visit Brisbane when Ashley and Felicia’s baby is born next month and it seems the further west or north we go the more difficult that will be.

We have the financial aspect to take into account as well. We definitely don’t want to just travel for the sake of it and live off our savings alone.

The conversion of our computer programs into web based “Software as a Service” applications are coming along ok but slowly. The next program is the Church Campus Management System for a church in Tucson Arizona but that won’t generate income for a while yet as there’s a lot of work still to be done on it.

We headed to a free camp area called Port Parham, about an hour north of Adelaide, where we would sit and wait for a while.

Port Parham was a reasonable enough spot beside the sea, similar in landscape to Moreton Bay or Hervey Bay but with very few permanent inhabitants.

There were only a couple of spots available and a lady was packing up to pull out so we waited next to her for her departure.

Then would you believe a long, lanky streak of a bloke that looked for all the world like a large walking condom drove up beside the vacating lady and parked in the spot where we were waiting to park. He had his own van parked opposite.

Kerrie spoke to Mr Condom who informed her that he was “reserving” this spot for 3 other vans that were arriving some time soon.

Remember this is a free camping area – first in first served.

Now, there were two ways to handle this; cause a massive disturbance or walk away. I felt my anger starting to rise and if this incident was but a few years ago there would be no question about the outcome. I would’ve calmly unhooked the Aussie Wide, thrown the snap rope around The Condom’s vehicle and hauled it into the sea. Condom Gigantis himself would have been on the receiving end of a tirade of abuse that he would have no doubt never previously encountered.

A mellower attitude to unpleasantness has thankfully pervaded my soul of later years and with Kerries forceful threatenings to “hand it over and let it go” we just decided this whole place was not right for us.

It had the feel of a group of holiday makers gathering. We’ve encountered this phenomenon before. They tend to travel in groups of 3 or more and invariably the group has dominating individuals who are authorities on everything. They long for you to hear what they’ve done and what they know. They talk loudly, interupt constantly and never, ever listen. Everything you do or have done these people have done it better. They desperately want you to know that they know!

Our latest encounter with one of these groups was at Premer where, after we were invited over for a drink, 2 of the males in the group proceeded to overpower all conversation with their loudly delivered expertise on everything. No one could talk as no one was listening. As they downed more grog they became louder and all conversation became futile. We left quickly but the noise kept getting louder late into the night and the voices of the dominating males became unbearable.

This place just felt like a repeat of this so we simply started the Nissan and drove away.

It took me an hour to completely find my peace again and find the foregiveness I’ve come to realise is critical and essential to one’s tranquility.

We soon pulled up at the lovely, peaceful and friendly little town of Mallala.

The sports oval is a free camp area with toilets and water available and it looks over the lushest, greenest oval that would’ve done the MCG proud. It’s surrounded by exquisitely managed grain farms that come right up to the town boundary and the nights are so quiet with the surrounding grain farms bathed in the light of multiplied billions of stars.

It is here that we decided to put the next phase into God’s hands and its here we decided we would stay put for as long as it took until we felt God’s leading into the next direction of our lives.

We didn’t have long to wait!

Drections