It was a long long spooky night. The van was parked back into a small clearing on the side of the road. We were off the road but perched high and exposed to all the elements. Bitter ice cold winds whipped up and over the Norfolk Ranges screeching and howling towards our devil van, shaking the tinny sides of the vehicle as they plowed through! Strong down pours of rain pelted the van and lasted for what seemed hours at a time. It definitely was a long, long bitter cold night. It was a comforting sense of relief to actually wake up to a ray of sun beaming in through a tiny opening of the vans curtains!…Maybe we will make it out of here after all? We decided to take advantage of the lull in the weather… get up and out…I'll fix brekky further down the track. As the sun rose higher into the dark clouded sky you could see that maybe just maybe we'd get lucky and make it all the way to Arthur River without incident? It is wonderful how the sun gives you a warm sense of security and hope! The white silica road has held up well over this very wet night, and we slowly meander our way through this amazing raw wildernesss. I marvel at the amazing array of rainbows we are experiencing, busy bustling birdlife and kangaroos are all out and about taking advantage of the warming break in the weather. We have not seen a single soul all morning! We pull slightly off the road at the Balfour Track, which is flooded and Kev turns on the gas. We kick back for 20 minutes or so while I prepare a a hot cuppa and a warm brekky.
We make it to the Edge of the World by Noon, and boy is she blowing. The energy at the edge is fierce, strong enough to sway your balance…exciting though. Ok, enough of that, back in the van and crank up the heat. If we were on the bikes it would be… crank up the grip heater to fire!…Burrrrr! The Devil Van's tires has survived the white silica road, rocky and rough at times, without damage…what a huge relief!
A late cooked fish and chip lunch in the van, the fresh fish caught by Sascha and Kerstin, at the base of "The Nut" in Stanley…we are now at the top western area of Tassie.
Now fully fed, and a little drowsy from the warmth of the van we slowly decide to head over to the township of Penguin…just because it has a cute name!