Wave 1 Adam 0

November 18, 2009

We are currently at 90 mile beach, and if you are wondering what it so significant, you should know that this goes on for 90 miles. Very cool. We went for a swim yesterday, and the waves are really powerful here, I got taken out several times, but the funniest episode was by far my cavalry charge into the oncoming surf. Unfortunately for me, several things happened at once that I should have foreseen. First my timing may be considered poor, very poor, secondly I was going full tilt when I hit the wave, thirdly the wave I chose to attack grew from a meager 3 feet to full 7 feet upon my point of impact, fourthly, due to a strong rip tide I was on solid sand, with no water to cushion my fall, fifthly at the point of contact the wave capped and crashed down upon me with the force of a 6 ton baseball bat. When I stood up, all I could hear was Christian laughing, which was the most unfortunate part, as there was a witness to my stupidity, especially since I chastised him for not joining me in my cavalry charge. He later explained to me that my defeat went like so. Adam ran full speed at a 7 foot wave, the wave hit Adam, at point of contact Adam stopped dead for an instant, a very short instant, wave takes Adam out and throws him 25 feet back on to beach, and before he is able to let the dancing stars settle, another similar size wave crashes in and hits him, knocking him over a second time. In boxing terms, it was a one shot knock out for the other guy. Ocean 1, Adam 0.

In other news we finished our mountain drive today, for a major road it looked a lot like a very narrow one lane dirt path, but it was fun all the same. Way up on this road we stumbled across this old school house built in 1860, the only remaining building from a historic town, that was mostly destroyed in a forest fire 5 years ago. We signed the registrar and I asked Chris who the last Canadian was, there were a lot of people in the book, Czech, German, Irish, and a recent Canadian, which sent Chris into fits of laughter, it was my sister's name in the log book. Irony, how you sting. We then spent the next 20 minutes while driving up the road trying to figure out how she would have gotten up here, considering you would have to be mental to take a bus up these roads, which is when we ran into the Oz Experience bus coming the other way, on a blind corner. This both answered our question, and sent the adrenalin pumping all at the same time. We then pulled out our video recorder to tape the extreme road, when we ran into a greyhound bus, just after we mentioned on film, that there is no way a full size bus could get up here, we decided not to make any more comments, as irony seemed to be hard at work. Anyway, off to Melbourne tomorrow, will hopefully catch the ferry to Taz in the next couple of days.

P.S. sorry, can't upload pictures or blog about Canberra, issue with computer, will try later.