Day 449 | Back to Walker Creek: been here before

52 km | zzOz total: 13,715 km

I planned to spend the night at Walker Creek to enable more pottering around Karumba and also revisit The Point.

There’s something to be said for going back, the second time around you understand the way the parts fit together, at least in terms of places and landscape, I’m not recommending that for relationships which have reached a low ebb.

Typical of my timing I’m leaving town as the variety show cruises in, there’s about 40 vehicles, including the truck with container but most of the cars are brightly painted blasts from the 1970s, from back when a car was a car. Most have flashing orange lights and whacky tuneful horns and/or sirens.

A bright yellow early 1970s Ford rolls by, all waves, they are actually all fierce wavers so I get in the mood as well with my slowly raised, then held, fist.

A bright orange one with a lifebuoy on the back and up on the roof some sailing mast, with port and starboard lights flashing; an all too tasteful long 1970s surfboard strapped to the roof rack; plenty of large flags, but if you’ve got one causing immense drag, what not have 3?

My favourites were of the canine variety, one with a life sized dog on the sedan’s boot, looking over the roof, complete with wagging tail. The strangest crept up on me sounded like a huge panting dog. Guess what, it was a car mostly enveloped by a big furry dog with tongue hanging out, except its head was the size of my tent.

Yeah, the crews all seemed to be having a great time, certainly brightened up my day.