A River Runs Through It

Holy jeezum! Quick, Bertha, git them chickins up on the durn roof while I tie these here outriggers to the milkin' cow! Billy-Bob, you strap yer sister down inta that canoe and go git the sheriff, good luck boy! Tell em to hurry on accounta Bertha 'bout to have the baby an all, jest look for us up on the roof!

Yes, you guessed it, we're having a bit of rain. RAIN! Absolutely buckets of it. The floodwaters are subsiding a bit today, but two days ago the bush camp was an island in a very large inland sea. Gary rang from work just as I was digging trenches around the compound entrance to try and divert the water which was lapping at the lip of the concrete floor. He came home early and we drove around making some dam breaks to try and save the camp, which worked. Thank god he put the big bund wall around the west side of the camp last year or we would have been a foot or two under water in the shed.

Everyone assumed we were trapped out here but the 4WDs got us in and out. I'll let the photos do the talking! Red Dog thought it was all great fun, Honey and Smokey refused to budge from the fireside.

Waterfront Views - And We Only Paid $7500 For It

                                        From iron-hard red dirt to knee-deep mud in just a few hours

                                    Red Dog - if it's filthy, smelly, dead, rotten or soggy, he loves it

                                        Gary cuts some dam breaks to save us from indoor bathing

                                       The track into town as the floodwaters subside

                                                       Saved by Gary's shovellin' action

Bush camp is just on the other side of the horizon tree line