Finally, an evening to let my
thoughts go and share another blog!
Lets pick up where we left off, before I get to tell you
about what I got to do last week! (BRAND COWS!!) So back to two weekends ago, where I didn’t even get to
start, since that weekend in itself requires a blog! I will give the shortened version…

Cards were fun, dinner was delicious, and the skies
clear, so James and I decided we were going to just go. YOLO – YOU ONLY LIVE
ONCE! Into the truck around 9pm,
Vinny in the back, and we were Longton bound! Phone calls were coming in all night, asking us if we’d
left, and what time we were due to arrive, and everyone up there was getting
antsy for us to arrive and start drinking with them! Sure enough, our adventure had really only just begun. Smiles on our faces, new music loaded
up on the iPhones, and a full tank of… wait. What? A quarter tank?! That’s it? James noticed this once we were over 50km from the
house. Between where we live and
Longton, there is one place to stop, in a little hole called Belyando, just
over half way. Whutttt dduuuhhh…
The decision was, go to Belyando, and see if we can get someone to turn the
pumps on, and if not, camp in the tray of the ute (utility vehicle, aka tiny
pick up truck!!) We started to get
a little weary about Belyando letting us get gas, and were banking on a sleep
under the stars in the ute, and had brought our swags (outdoor sleeping bags)
along for the weekend anyways.
When we got to the servo in Belyando, the servo side was shut down, no
lights on. Great… But we figured
we’d go in to the bar side anyways, and it proved to be a solid idea, since
they turned the pumps on for us!
The bosses’ daughter was working that night apparently, and was in
charge of the bar and the servo that night, so she turned on the pumps for us!
WIN! There were about eight people
hanging around the Belyando bar, two of which were shirtless men in Akubras,
one sporting a star brand on his chest! Quite the bunch. So, James and I were on some sort of
high leaving Belyando with a full tank of gas, let me tell you! We were pumped to be back o the road,
and making it to Longton in about an hour and a half from the servo!
The roads in the outback are long and dark, without houses lining them, and only rest stops every few dozen kilometers to break up a drive. It’s common to drive an hour or more before entering the next town or servo! Anyone who has heard of the movie “Wolf Creek” knows how terrifying the plotline is. “Just when you thought it was safe to go hiking into the bushes of the outback again, along comes Mick Taylor. Kristy, Ben and Liz are three traveling backpackers, all in their twenties, who set out to hike through the scenic Wolf Creek National Park, in the Australian Outback. The trouble begins when they get back to their car, to find out that it won’t start. The trio think they have a way out when they run into a local bushman named Mick Taylor, who seems to be friendly enough to help them out. Wait until you get a load of what Mick has in store for them… their troubles have only just begun. Well, lets just say that Mick killed a lot of backpackers. So, when we started to get tailgated for kilometers on end, no matter if we slowed down or sped up, it was a little nerve racking – especially because you rarely have someone following you late at night in the outback. We slowed down, sped up, and were hoping that these people would either take a hint, or just pass us. Neither. James sped up a but, and out of no where, there was a huge thump under the truck that we could feel up through the bones in our legs and into our chests. The truck started to smoke, and the vehicle behind us started flashing their lights. I. Was. Terrified. I grabbed James’ arm and even he looked nervous. I told him to forget pulling over, and just keep going! Don’t stop! WOLF CREEK ALL OVER! But we both knew we had to stop. I reached down into the side of the door and grabbed a pig knife of James’ and instantly felt a little better. I tucked myself down in the front seat and tried to stay hidden. I don’t even know if they knew I was there at all! Out of the truck that was behind us jumped out two big burly men, covered in tattoos. They had dog cages and Pit Bulls in the back, and swags and fishing stuff all over the top of the dog cages. They both had pig knives in their chest pockets, and sleeveless shirts on! James put his head light on, and went to see just who these two fellas were. He left his phone in the car, and it miraculously had enough service for me to call Kelva and send a few texts so that people knew where we were and what had just happened – JUST IN CASE! You never know! So these guys walked around the truck mumbling to themselves, but ended up being pretty helpful, handy Aussie dudes. They legitimately seemed concerned enough to help us out. We were on the side of the road, hearts pounding, for over a half hour! My hand hurt from holding the pig knife with white knuckles. Turns out the tranny plug fell out, and we had to have some road side work done! The two guys managed to help James sort things out well enough to get us to the turn off to the Longton farm – again, still 90km from the house! They left and said they’d follow us to the turn off, roughly 40km from where we were. Oddly enough, they had our hearts racing double time again when they disappeared behing us, and then peeled passed us and left us in the dark again! James just took it easy and we made it to the turn off to Longton. We pulled off the highway, about 500m, and turned the truck off… Overnight under the stars! At least we didn’t die, and I got to cross “sleeping under the stars” off my bucket list! Even retelling the story doesn’t do justice for how fast my heart was racing, and how much I actually felt like shit was seriously going to hit the fan when we heard that thump under the truck and had to pull off the road! It was terrifying, but we made it! So James and I put the swags out in the tray of the ute, and fortunately the rain had passed completely. We tied Vinny to a tree beside the truck and hardly slept a wink all night. We had a few drinks and talked and laughed all night. James is such a great roommate to have. We’ve become great friends since my arrival, and we’re always taking the piss out of each other. So the night could have been much worse! It just turned into a legendary story.
On Thursday, we branded some calves. (The next post I put up will be an
elaborate response to some comments made on a picture I posted.) I even got to brand some and I helped
move calves between pens, while recording numbers of bulls/heifers. It was a good day, and I learned a
heap!
On Saturday, Dyan invited me to a High Tea event for
Quota International! There were
nearly 200 women there, and a speaker named Julie Cross, who was fantastic and
extremely inspirational was there too.
She had us howling! She was so energetic and funny, and had everyone in
the room’s attention. The High Tea
was a fundraiser for CQRescue, a helicopter emergency airlifting company
serving a large portion of Queensland, and an organization called Life
Education. Some ladies were
dressed up really fancy, and the audience ranged from ladies in their late
teens to ladies nearing 90 years old!
There were prizes for best tea pot, best tea cup, prettiest tea cup,
biggest tea pot, best dressed, etc.
It was a lovely afternoon, and I’m so thankful for the invite! (www.juliecross.com.au)
There is always heaps I want to write about, but I can
enver remember every detail. I
will try to write again soon, and will be sure to fill you in on the campdraft
weekend!
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!
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