State of Origin over and it poured rain in Hopetoun, and blew a gale. The church hall was the place to be as they opened the doors for people with swags to camp in. One lucky photographer even got to sleep in the big man’s bed. (The Priest was not there, by the way.)
Today’s tracks were mostly too wet to use today, so we chopped and changes and even got to Plan D. We did salvage some of the better bits and the changes also ended up giving us an early mark and plenty of spare time to spend at Wave Rock which is a spectacle in itself. Amazing! This country never ceases to amaze me with the scenery and natural wonders which are right on our doorstep… almost… within a 5000km radius anyway.
We are beginning to see the finish line in Perth with only a day and a half to go. It is also pretty exciting to see a new migration has begun with family members and loved ones boarding flights and have started to arrive over there getting ready to see the weary crews cross the finish line about lunch time on Saturday.
Weather is cold and wet, spirits are high and jovial. As RB mentioned the other day, this is quite a special (Super) group of people and have banded together as one. I am not sure if everyone is looking forward to the finish line or hoping it was still another week away. Either way, the end is in sight and what a sight it will be. The Indian Ocean!
Cheers - Michelle