The morning breeze was a portent of things to come and after the presentation of the Hotshot's Award to David, in loco parentis, for Jane whom he had convinced a crop "X" in a field designated the halfway point on the Trail, we were off, up hill as usual.
|The up hill start|
At this point, it started to become clear that the theme of the weekend should have been "wind" as the Brown Hill Range is notorious for its constant breezes (hence the wind farms) and today was no exception.
It really was head down, bum up as we struggled all day, with the fierce wind from the west, blowing our sticks off course and threating to blow us over. Thankfully, Chloe didn't join us as we would have had to tie to a rope to stop her flying off!!
Whistling Trig Tank lived up to its reputation with the wind creating a less than melodious shriek as it swept past the various tank openings.
Colin took the opportunity to do some running repairs and attached the tank sign, the first of ten to be installed.
It was then back into the gale struggling to Mungcowie Hill where a farmer had kindly arranged a corral of hay bails, just right for a cosy lunch.
Finally we popped out onto Olives Road to be treated to a variety of Golden North Ice-cream, courtesy of Michelle and a flat car battery, powering the car fridge.
The final four kilometres road walking back to the cars, on the Spalding Road, was achieved in light, soaking rain, so it was back in the cars and back to Burra to prepare for the evening's celebrations.
The Hill Billies plus pig congregated at the Royal Exchange for a little hoedown and a feed of vitals, with quite a few characters from the Beverly Hillbillies turning up, most notably "Grannie".