Welcome Jack

In Port Augusta we stopped for fuel. It’s like being allowed to play with the Big Kids, at the large diesel bowser, the elevated drive through and the other really big trucks. Jack looks pretty cool amongst the other giants. Heading east and still new at driving the bus we decided to stay off the highway through Adelaide and stick to the back tracks. It turned out to be a good choice, with plenty practice of driving through the hills and over narrow roads without too many other vehicles to think about. Strong side winds made it an extra intense experience.  By the time the sun was setting we had made good progress. After crossing a very narrow historic bridge in Palingra (25cm either side of the bus) we arrived at the SA/Victoria border, where we pulled over for the night.

The next day, on our final stretch home, I felt like a real Kenny when emptying the black water tank in Swan Hill.

Meanwhile in Barham our nanny had done a great job looking after 5 excited children. We met up in Kerang (30km from Barham) on Sunday afternoon. They could not have been any more excited to see their new home, and together we started the very last bit to take Jack all the way to Barham. Taking the bridge over the Murray was one of the highlights of the trip for me.

In our absence the children had made multiple drawings of Jack as well as a cardboard model and there was a sign on the front gate.

I had previously cleared our 1 km driveway of low hanging tree branches and we turned Jack and trailer around without any complications, to park on the freshly cleared pad next to the shed.

Not a lot of people noticed us drive through town but the news of our departure plans and the bus have been spreading around quickly. Many patients ask us if the rumors are true and they feel mixed emotions. Partir, c’est mourir un peu.