I think that this story is best left in limbo on this blog because in the future I may not remember it but I feel I need to share.
Last sunday evening I packed my bags and rode Chamois lift with my crap that had accumulated at my Mt Buller Residence and prepared myself to leave the Australian winter behind.
Tired, hungover and slightly delirious, I planned with Oscar and Joey to be dropped off at my car (with the copious amount of luggage I had accumulated) at the bottom of the mountain and begin the 3& 1/2 hr trek home.
....................................note to self, forget about planning and don't try and organise->>>>>>it will all turn pear-shaped.
After relaxing (or at least trying to relax) in front of Australian idol, my chariot pulled up and the boys came to suss out the luggage situation.......which wasn't very good. The car was full and despite Joey's belief that 'we could do it', I knew 3 paris of skis, a juicer and my large wardrobe was not going to fit....................
......change of plan.................
I got dropped off, without my mountain of bags, and toddled over to my beautiful TRULY, blue and bodacious, who during her 2 week holiday at the bottom of the mountain, with her headlights on, had used up all her party power and was now out of buzzz............a flat car, a jacket, a pissed-off owner (who was testing how loudly she could scream fuck), no friends, no mobile signal and a pay-phone without a dial-tone and all at 9;30PM at night.....GO TEAM!
I harassed the Mirmbah petrol station until one of the owners came to my rescue with a portable jump-starter and incredible patience for my lack of knowledge about my own car and the lever to pop the bonnet.....Thank-you stu. After two power zaps, a stall and lots of advice on how to keep lil' TRULY rolling up and then down the hill, I set off-------zoooooooooooming up MT BULLER.
BANG BANG BANG, sneak up, no-one saw me, pack up my shit, leave the car running, BANG BANG, back in the car zoooooming down the mountain relieved and happi to be finally heading home!.....I had no idea what was about happen......
Jamming to my i-pod and the beautiful girls, it wasn't so beautiful when a cute little wombat slowly projected itself towards TRULY on a blind corner. I was so in shock all I could do was break. I didn't feel a bump or a fat thing roll under my tyre but once I stopped I couldn't start out of fear that it was half dead 1cm infront of my wheel.......while trying to exit my car a full Mt Buller van pulled up next to me and the driver was yelling at me to pull my car over to the side of the road..........alll I cared about was the wombat...............then a drunk passenger jumped out of the car, assessed the situation and frankly told me that he was 'fucking dead'......thanks buddy. Once they pulled off I continued down the mountain, sobbing and saying sorry to the wombat---------i drove about 60km/h to Mansfield stopped at the petrol station, pulled out a sleeping bag a pillow, looked at the super bright stars for a minute and slept----
5am- wake up and speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed all the way to Yea, coffee danish........speed..................traffik like no other arriving into melbourne.........be sneaky..........HOME......to find our dog was missing and that I had to collect her from the pound.................sneaky speeding............poor Phoebe was locked in the little doggie prision.....if you don't have a dog adopt one from the pound.............form, pay.....Phoebe was in the car and we were both on our way to home and a nice relaxing day.............
Well at least I was until Phoebe shat all over the car. The end to a great 12 hours.
So . If you got this far, hopefully the tale was amusing, otherwise if you are dying of boredom, here are some photos to match the story>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
THE GALLOPING WOMBAT--------I am hoping that it wasn't him who I hit.......
GOOD BYE BULLER :(
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