Departure day is finally here but not before 3 nights camping in the driveway!
If the month prior to your ‘Big Lap’ departure isn’t crazy enough to knock you for six, the last few days should do it good and proper! We officially moved out of the house into the camper trailer parked in the carport for 3 nights before leaving so we could clean the house to a better standard than what we were accustomed, and find places for all the ‘bits’ we hadn’t packed away.
It felt a bit like we were haemorrhaging money those last couple of days on a lap top, new brakes for the mountain bike, last minute must-have’s and the ‘most expensive 80mm you’ll ever buy’ lift kit for the Mazda. Our days were chock full of catch-ups with friends and family, and in the evenings we fell asleep in our own driveway promising ourselves we’d start packing the camper tomorrow.
The morning of departure we still had every single item that was coming along spread out on the carport floor and camper trailer crates in piles around us. By 11am we had everything in and on the rig – 3 crates were still empty and the car had half empty drawers and plenty of space in the back still. Unlike Steve and Jen at the beginning of their ‘Big Lap’, we appear to be chronic underpackers. ‘Is that all you’re taking… for a whole year?!’ asks a mate as she rubs her chin in concern.
The feeling you get when you roll on down your home street on the first day of your Big Lap is rather indescribable. Is this real? Are we really doing this? Is this supposed to feel so… right? YEEEHAAAA!!! Don’t look back! Wait…did we close the gate?!
We broke the seal early by rolling the dice on a free camp 5 hours from home. Pulled in well before dusk (win #1) to a beautiful grassy, sheltered site metres from the beach, where swans were surfing in the shallows, a spring flowed into the sea, and butterflies flittered between daisies (win #2) and set up the camper without asking for a divorce (win #3) and we had made it! Time to crack that beer.
Celebrations were had the next day in the crayfish capital of the state with a picnic expensive enough to rival the 80mm on the suspension. Sweet and juicy lobster meat might not always be on the menu, especially now the kids have a taste for it (rookie mistake, don’t let the kids try the seafood or you’ll be paying for it all the time), but never mind, we can’t wipe the smile off our faces – we are on our way!
A Fanatical Sabbatical
‘Mark, Kim and the kids are leaving behind their home in the Adelaide Hills to jaunt around the country side while they manage their arborist business remotely. Normally enrolled in ‘bush school’, they thought they could push the kids outdoor eduction experience a little further by living outside for a year.
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