It was cold again this morning. Someone had told us that Monto can get cold, and cold it was.
2.1 degrees but feels like -0.2. Not a pleasant start to the day.
I think it’s around 50 years now that I have been able to shower without the need for adult supervision or direction.
So you’d probably think that I’d know most of the tips and tricks by now.
Like the fact that caravan park shower blocks are notoriously cold and drafty.
Like the fact that caravan park showers are incredibly hard to get adjusted to a comfortable temperature.
Like the fact that you don’t step out of your clothes until you are ready to step straight into the shower.
You’d think …
So there I was at the Monto caravan park, in my birthday suit, trying to find a middle ground between skin-flailingly hot water and icy cold.
I’m not sure what I was thinking.
I finally got the temperature close enough to “just right” and in I stepped … and I had my first moment of mental clarity.
I’d forgotten my towel 🙁
Not exactly a brilliant start to the day.
We had planned to stay one more night half-way between Monto and Brisbane, but the place we wanted to stay was fully booked.
So we figured we would just make a run for home.
We packed up Holly and hooked up Elsie for the last time, and pulled out of the Monto Caravan Park at around 8.40am and headed towards Brisbane.
I mentioned in yesterday’s post that there was some street art around town. We were told that we needed to look at the silos on our way out of Monto.
Very impressive!
From there we blasted through Eidsvold and Mundubbera, and into Gayndah for a coffee break at the side of the road.
These small towns are quite amazing. Their main streets are so wide … wide enough – I’d expect – that you could turn a whole bullock team around in the one manoeuvre … except that Gayndah has now installed a median strip down the middle.
The roads were pretty good, with a lot more green that we have seen over the last couple of weeks.
We kept going through Ban Ban Springs, where the local pub advertises “good meals”- not great meals, just to keep your expectations realistic.
We were nearly run off the road by some tosser who thought it would be a good idea to overtake us on a very narrow, single lane roadway heading into Kilkivan, and we made it to Gympie just before 1.00pm for a lunch break, and to give Elsie a big drink of diesel.
We got back home around 3.30pm, after 430km and 6 and a bit hours on the road.
The van is all unpacked and tomorrow we start the process of removing 2 weeks worth of bugs and dirt off the car and van.
That’s called delayed gratification!
This is what today looks like:
The wrap-up for the trip was a total of 3,764.8km travelled.
We’ve had a blast and hope that you enjoyed following along. It’s been a great trip but it’s also good to be home.
Now we need to start planning our next adventure 🙂
Ciao