The race day was kaos on the island, requiring a 630 AM departure to ensure a fence side position for the race, that starts at 4 PM.
I and Dan woosed it, and stayed in the house, and watched it on TV.
We felt for the poor working stiffs who had to get off the island that evening.
Even at 10 AM the next morning, it was bad enough, so Dan and I chose to get out of the traffic by heading north, rather than east or west, that the vast majority was doing.
Our destination was the old gold mining town of Walhalla up in the foot hills.
Packing up at the house.
A stop at Mirboo north for a coffee, after using the back roads like on the way down.
The camp area, the town is long and skinny, being build around a narrow gully, running north south, so sun and its arrival time was a consideration in where to tent up.
Dan yarning to a local.
The sun is gone for the evening.
There had been a rally held at this spot, called the V2 Rally, so the joys of packing wet tents was known, so I parked at the "get the sun early" position.
The sun is almost there.
When the sun does get there, it does so quickly, Dan basking in the newly arrived sun.