The water didn't wash everything away (Part 2/4) By Dave Crankston

(cont from part 1)

I drive towards Postmans Ridge, and follow the creek line with my eyes as I drive, scanning for low lying houses.. I see one next to a big S bend section of the creek that only has a small truck and a ute parked inside, further up the road I could see 20 or 30 cars parked along the road. I stop at that first house, working on the theory that the majority of people will follow other people, and hence all end up at the properties further up and this one will miss out a bit, my car was now added to there yard, I hoped this may at least contribute slightly to others stopping here as well maybe?

A big guy in a high vis shirt, board shorts and no shoes, covered in mud, walks up to my car to greet me, his name is Lance, it's not his property, it's his mate's Steve's place. I ask Lance if they want another person and he says they could use a hand pulling Steve's shed out of the creek, I grab my gloves (thank god I remembered my gloves. :) ) and join them under a tree where they are finishing a drink break.

We head down a steep muddy road that your feet sink a foot deep into, and across the creek that caused the damage, water still flowing fairly fast but only about 10cm deep where we crossed. Up the other side and across what would have been about a 10 acre paddock, just flat ground, where apparently a horse arena and cattle yards used to be...

(cont in part 3)

in QLD, Australia


People say things like " I wish i had an interesting life like you"... no you don't. weird shit, lucky shit, shit, happens to me, that seems cool sometimes, but its not all fun. Im my own normal.

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