Carl finds a g-spot on his birthday!
A big day on TTT3. It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock n roll, and at 48, our Chief Executive Officer Carl Andrew Michael (good mick boy) Stibilj is at the top. Like a rock, Carl has been a great friend over the years, providing friendship and support and being a solid rock to everyone who he meets.
We felt like rock stars when the awards were handed out; Brocky as our ‘smooth operator’ got a nice pair of silky boxer shorts, and Ferg got the Spring for picking up late in the previous evening when he was pretty tired and washed out form the previous evening, where he spent a lot of time updating the website. There was also some piping from Hector, who belted out happy birthday and the Sainter’s theme song for Carl.
We had a Rocky Burnett night and morning; where we camped turned out to be pretty rocked out, with rock strewn everywhere. We also had quite a burn in the morning as one of the plastic tubs got sacrificed in the interest of space. Caught between a rock and a hard place was a shingleback, who got squished under the
Pajero wheels. A few words were said and a humane dispatch was administered.
Out we went to Murphy’s Haystacks, essentially big rocks out in a paddock that Murphy had seen first. Off then to Poocheera; on the way a snake was found who had copped a Detroit Rock City early in the morning. Poor little brown snake.
We stopped at Poocheera but only for a minute; we scared off some Outlaw Bikie Gang boys who had been filling up at the gas station. Nice boys don’t play rock n’ roll. On then to Minippa, where we checked in with family and friends so that our love didn’t go on the rocks and bought some last minute supplies, then up to Pildappa Rocks, where we lunched on chicken. A big monolith rock thing sticking out of the ground, we ate up, checked it out and as some old time rock n rollers turned up, we rocked out to the Gawler Ranges.
The Gawler Ranges are named after Old Mate Gawler, a Governor of South Australia, who rocked with the best of them. He would often salute those who were about to rock, and felt that rock n roll ain’t noise pollution. So he had some rockin’ ranges named after him. We sniffed around and went up into the Organ Pipes, a very nice rock gully. Hector serenaded us there with the pipes which was quite a special and unique experience.
Ferg did a bit of mountain goat work as well, to check out the view.
Back around to the campground of choice, Yandinga. A great campsite and as it was getting late in the day we spread out…only to find pretty shortly that it was a site that was also inhabited by bees – lots of thirsty bees.
They went for every available drop of moisture and annoyed the hell out of us, giving us some rock n’ roll damnation. Ferg the wordsmith incurred a bite on the end of his right-hand index finger, which slowed the flow of words a bit.
In the end we took a few measures to distract them, and as the smoke billowed from the fire and the sun went down the bees subsided somewhat. We cranked up the old time rock n' roll with some help from the Hilux and an assortment of ipods.
Rock and roll all night and party every