My life was starting to sound like a country-and-western song.
You know the type…
woman trouble, dog deserted me, hole in my shoe and so on? To save me from shooting the sheriff or developing a drinking problem a good mate rocked up with stories of a 4WD trip to Mount Augustus and Tom Price in the mid-west of WA. He’d been stuck on a remote track for days as heavy rain fell, and his description of the spectacular country, along with my understanding rain would mean a wildflower show like no other in six weeks or so, made me decide to cross out some time in my diary.
It was on – a trip to blow away the cobwebs and crap of life.