Have you ever woken up wondering…Where the heck am I? Well, I woke up in a fright and could not figure it out. It finally dawned on me where we were, what had happened and what we needed to do. HSDS!!!

Kev is quite bruised and sore today. He is in disbelief and overwhelmed by the "what if's!" We are going to take it very easy today. Constable Jason has gone into work, and texts us to check in. Around lunch time Kev and I decide to take a walk into town and get some blood circulating around his sore and bruised body. As we are walking into town a truck stops and reverses up the side of the road…it is Peter from the DEC, checking up on us and interested about our plans. We chat for a bit and thank him for the motorcycle referral, "Good luck mate!", he warmly shouts as he continues about his day.

Morgan arrives. He, Kev and Morgan's son, Rider, limp Stacey into the trailer and secure her for the journey. I am set on my bike ready to follow. It is 6pm, there is only another 30 minutes of light left, and the temperature is falling. I follow behind the trailer, the lights are not working, so I keep my distance. The road twists and turns through the farm bushland and as the light completely fades I wonder how many roos are out? I am now glad that I attached the dry liner to the inside of my jacket before leaving, and turn up my heated grips to fire! I can see lights off in the distance, Albany is not far away now but Morgan is taking the back roads…obvious shortcuts? Usually the back roads are good…In the daytime!…It is pitch black out here, trees line the roadside, and I can smell cows and grass. I can only wish that the roos will keep to the farm land and not bound across the road. Seventy five minutes later I follow Morgan off the bitumen onto a dirt road. OK this will be fun. I follow him through a moist, muddy grassy pasture and come to a stop next to a horse stable. The horses approach doing that horsey lip vibration thing that they do, curiously puffing the moist air. Kev walks back to me smiling and says "We are camping here for the night. It is Morgans friends property. Morgan will unhook and leave the trailer here. He will be back at 7'ish in the morning to collect the trailer and take us to the shop!…Oh yeah, and Jason has found us a Couch Surfers place in Albany to hang at while the bike is being fixed!" "Wow, Great!.. you have been busy", I reply! Morgan's suv car tail lights fade off in the distance across the paddock. I look up at the night sky, …I have no idea where we are, I feel happy to see the southern cross, and most of the milky way illuminated. I don't think that it will rain tonight, but the ground is very moist. Kev locates our head lights in his banged up panniers. We proceed to lay out and pitch the tent next to the trailer, inflate our thermarests and pillows, unfold our 70's Onkaparinga, lay it on the thermarests, and unpack zip and lay out the sleeping bags. The horses are very curious with all this activity very close by and it is interesting to watch them watch us in their horsey approval, or disapproval…I have never been good at reading horses! Kev and I waste no time bundling up in the tent. We will miss dinner tonight as it was enough getting the tent sorted. We clamber into the tent, and leave pretty much all of our clothing on snuggling tighter together for extra warmth. We set the alarm on the phone so that we would be packed up and ready in time before Morgan arrives. Kev is in pain, it will be a rough night!