I am a victim of my generation, we're always connected. Now, I'm not hating on that at all. I enjoy being connected. It fits in with my lifestyle, and that's how it should work. However as I mentioned last week, I was in major need of some disconnected time to get away from it all. So this weekend just past I did that.
Saturday started as a downer when my plans were rained out. However it quickly turned into an up when I began vegetating on the couch with a couple of excellent novels. I powered through them due to their page gripping content. (Black Fallen and Darklove by Elle Jasper)
Inspired by such excellent work I wrote a little more on book two of Dead Man's Dance, and then rodeo'd the town up. Ahh rodeos, how I love thee.
Sunday was where it all happened. The weather fined up and I took to the back roads. I had no destination in mind other than west. I found myself on a gravel road that lead to a town I've never heard of, so I continued.
My car, which let me just point out is NOT designed for gravel roads, managed to make it the 100 plus kilometers of rocky track. It was at about half way when I found 'LandCruiser Park' which is a 4 x 4 park for those who own four wheel drives. I do not own a four wheel drive. My car has four wheels, yes, but that's all it has in common with a four wheel drive. Which also explained why I hadn't seen a sedan for over an hour. I swear, I could hear the blokes in their 4wd's laughing at my little car.
Needless to say, I avoided the tracks and stuck to the main road which led me directly through peoples properties. Cattle everywhere, including a calf that tested my gravel breaking skills. (I passed.) The high light for me was when a Blue Heeler, and his mate the Kelpie decided that my black car was a big ole cow named Bessie, and decided it needed to be rounded up. I laughed my ass off.
Eventually I made it out the other side, my car surprisingly still in one piece, I headed up to Goomeri where the New Years Eve Rodeo is every year. I drove past the 'Fork Inn' which always makes me laugh. Yes, I'm very mature. Then decided to head back home via Nanango.
I like Nanango because generally there's an over abundance of cowboys just relaxing on a Sunday. Young and old, real friendly folk as well. Sadly, I didn't get to see any this weekend. They were probably still all in at Caboolture resting their rodeo hangover heads after the National Rodeo Finals Saturday night.
While it might not sound like an exciting weekend to most, it was awesome to me. The moment I was out of town, and headed west I couldn't help but smile. The clean air, open road and rolling hills are a thing of beauty.
One day, I will get my wish and move from suburbia to one of those rolling hills. Until then, they shall be my weekend escape.
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