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| It's been super wet in the Highlands this summer! |
What recently dawned upon us is that our trip to the Flinders is a mere five weeks away. Needless to say that since this realization we have sprung into action and decided it is time to make a few plans. I say 'plans' in the most basic sense of the word. Knowing us, our plans will be more like vague ideas; a few thoughts strung together and combined conveniently with a bit of wishful thinking. For no matter how much time we have to plan, we almost always end up rushing out the door, throwing a heap of stuff in the car and hoping for the best!
"Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out"
At this point in time we are not terribly optimistic about our trip. Many number of things could happen along the way that completely destroy any romantic notions that we might currently have of how the journey should be. Yet, we are hopeful, because despite the fact that none of our 'not so carefully' made plans will most likely eventuate, the journey to get to wherever we end up is sure to be somewhat amazing.
Even for spontaneous and impulsive souls like ourselves there are some things which are best not left entirely to chance. We figure near the top of this list is probably our tent; our home away from home; our refuge so to speak. It is a place that we will crawl into at the end of each day utterly exhausted. It will hold our dreams for future journeys and memories of past ones. At some point during our search for this elusive shelter we stumbled upon Nemo. He sort of just appeared from out of the blue and won our hearts!
