When things go wrong....

A few weeks back the mate and I headed north, but I’d promised Damn Dog I’d take her away for a few days in the bush when I got back.
So we toddled off to a caravan park in Gippsland.

Next morning we left the camper van, and headed up to the High Country, exploring a few over grown tracks.

Somehow I got myself jammed in a situation that took a bit of thinking about.

Nightfall was coming on, so the attention was directed at setting up camp for the night.

The car was at an angle; I had to chop a bit of wood and get the jack out to level it to a reasonable degree.

After getting a fire going, it was then necessary to search the car to get through the night.

Here was what I found:

An old air mattress
A rather smelly sleeping bag
Four cans of food
Containers of coffee and sugar
30 Litres of water in the tank
Half a bottle of something (grog).

Damn Dog and I had a good night in the bush only because there where basic amenities on board.

Next morning I had to cut a tree to get us out of the predicament and we got back without fussing people to give a hand.

I’ve been caught out in similar situations many a time in the past, and now carry these basic things with me, even on a day trip.

PS Damn Dog came back a happy mutt.....!

Regards

Kim