The rig was packed up; clothes, cooking stuff, tools, annex and of course the Jetskis!!
Who would have thought it would turn into a parachute and I'd need the help of a couple of veteran campers.
If you've ever tried to complete a jigsaw puzzle without first knowing what the picture looks like, that was me. Thankfully my two seasoned campers had the mental picture I was lacking. With the wind starting to blow harder, I felt somewhere between a tug-of-war champion trying to hold it down and one of three little pigs; the one that had the house of straw with the virtual Nelson Bay wolf huffing and puffing trying to blow it down. Thankfully I won and the annex was up!
All set up, it was time to kick back and relax, sort of. We just needed to get the bed sorted, pack our stuff away, fill the cupboards, go shopping for food, work out how we are going to cook it, connect the TV and finish the other hundred or so things we needed to do.
Saturday was Jetskiing day, but Sunday was 4WD'ing day! Stockton Beach here I come. I went searching for a place called Tin City. It's a bunch of shacks filled with people that actually live on the beach. The sand, moving like snow, tries to consume the shacks as if they are monuments from a long lost Egyptian city. Built during the depression, the shacks have stood as some sort of squatter retreat. I'd say a Squatter Resort, but without power and tap water, it would be a resort you'd only stay in once.
The F-250 monstored through the dunes, gobbling up every bit of soft, vehicle stopping bog holes it came across.
Travelling along the beach, everything looks the same. The road of yellow sand, with almost no contrast, can, however, end abruptly. We, unfortunately found out the hard way with the F-250 getting air-born off a small ledge. We did discover that seat belts are great at stopping you from going forward, but not so great at stopping you from going upwards! Thankfully the crater we left in the sand was the only damage that was done.
But, back to the camper. How did it go. In a nut shell, we discovered a few things we need to make sure of. Number 1; when soaping up your hair in the shower, make sure the grey water valve is OPEN! Thankfully , the missus climbed under to investigate, unfortunately, releasing a valve with an outlet of 5 inches and 40 litres of water above it doesn't leave one as dry as one was before it was opened. I guess we'll make sure it works next time ;-)
