Crossing The River

Harold came and said the river was down and I could cross and he would drive my van for me and Rob would come in the ute to bring him back. It sounded great so off I went, leaving my mixed herbal garden behind in my rush. When we got to the river, it was still flowing fast and there was no bridge in sight. I thought I heard Harold say there was too much water for me to cross, then the Ute was in the water and Harold was driving over the rushing river. I started taking photos of the ute ahead of us.

Slowly and carefully, Harold drove my Toyota Campervan over the river. I was so pleased to see the bank on the other side. Then he drove up and stopped and checked that the engine and the brakes were still working fine before returning to Laura in the Ute.

I was so relieved. I slowly drove onto Fairview thrilled that I had actually crossed the river. I hated being stranded at Laura for so long. The dogs really loved being in the car.