September 1st
Sharky gets some stares, let me tell you. From time to time on the inside, we forget what our little caravan looks like and the gawks are perplexing.
Tisi is all done up in a style she call roadtrip op-shop chic. "Did I tell you that I figured out what I have? Heart of a gypsy, soul of a housewife."
Looking at the fine homey set-up out back, I think that neatly sums up both of us.
Girls in the front -- we're sharing the driving* -- and boys in the back, drinking beer. We take a few Thelma and Louise shots, for good measure.
Through Wagga Wagga, we sleep under the stars at a rest stop. Some drunken backseat navigation resulted in a wrong turn at Narrangara.
On the upside, it brought it through Grong Grong.
Wagga Wagga, Grong Grong!
[*Although the guys purchased the vehicle, neither can drive. We assumed they were kidding when they waxed on about the bender they would be undertaking en route. Assumptions are never wise.]
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