Just a little creek

Been a wee while my faithful 5 followers but be rest assured I’m alive and well even though I’m covered in bites rendering me comparative to someone with chicken pox!

Made it to Frog Hollow exactly a month ago and so it’s timely I updated you on my adventure with Prince Charles so far.

Drive up was fine and managed to drop Guy off in Kununurra with no hassle. Was a bit rainy on the way but the roads were clear, no flooding, so all was well. On the way back to Frog Hollow I gave one of the community members a lift back and did my best to hold a conversation for the two hour drive even though I’d never met the man and I was a bit concerned at the amount of rain that was being spilled from the heavens. “She be rite” is a term that gets flung around quite frequently here!

Made it to the Frog Hollow turn off and then it was a bit of a bumpy ride towards the creek which was in full flow. I just had to drop my passenger off and then in no time I would be home…just cross the creek again, sweet….uh huh…nah…that didn’t happen! After careful consideration and lots of encouragement from my newly promoted CO-DRIVER I approached the creek and proceeded to drive through it with much trepidation. I couldn’t really tell how deep it was but I was advised….”she be rite”. So I crossed. Phew – Big Bessie made it! A little way up I then proceeded to help unload a whole load of shopping, got completely drenched, all the while in my head saying….”I’ll be in my wee housie soon…great.” Drenched, shopping unloaded, back in the car, let’s go Charlie, get to the creek and then….WTActual? The creek had risen in the space of 5 minutes to a level I couldn’t cross. Seriously? I was wet, cold, annoyed, frustrated, just wanted to finally get home and get settled, had Charlie in the car looking at me like I was an idiot, a whole load of shopping to unload, it was getting dark, mozzies were out, I was thinking what the hell am I doing here, nightmare! With no-one around I went and knocked on my co-pilots’s front door and asked what I could do….”wait…..she be rite!” So I waited…but for how long would I have to wait? I could literally see my house and yet not get to it – arrrrgghhhh. 5 minutes turned into 10, into 20, into a very long 45 minutes before I plucked up the courage having waded into the creek to check it out. OK Big Bessie – you better get me across and you better not get stuck because that just wouldn’t do my white girl street cred any favours! Slowly, carefully, being sure to keep the momentum going, she made it. Still drenched but slightly less annoyed and suddenly a devout Christian, I thanked God for this small mercy and finally made it to PURNULULU!

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