Coe Hill 2015, Sept 4, 5, 6, 2015

[Robin Craig]

On the Saturday afternoon trail ride we mounted up on the M8 and set off with all the jeeps and other small things, we became a slow lumbering participant and after about 7 kms we decided that we were holding everyone up and elected to turn around and head back.

After a spirited short drive my nightmare came true, we were running solo in a poor cell phone reception area, 3 backfires in quick succession and we came to a slow halt in silence.

Despite a number of attempts to restart it refused.

Now the real work started.

The locals were colourful and all came out with libations in hand and many smiles and comments, all looking like members of the cast of Duck Dynasty. We all commented that we could swear that we could hear duelling banjoes playing, it was surreal.

An offer of a ride back to the main site saw me hitch a ride in a car.

I rounded up help in the form of Phil Whitehead (jr) and some tools and Jamie the tent guy with his daughter Lily.

Despite some valiant attempts to diagnose the problem we also worked on plan C which was to be a recovery.