Elle took to the raft-pulling like a dolphin to water, and with the load lightened behind we reached similar speeds to the previous day. The sea also seemed returned to normal, and it felt good to be lost in the waves, alternating time between the waterworld and skyspace.
Huskisson has some kind of Pull
We reached Jervis Bay in the evening, and thought about stopping somewhere for a meal.
As we circled the bay from the left, Vincentia did not attract us, but Huskisson seemed to be drawing us on; maybe it was because Elle and I had been doing a similar job to huskies with all the load-pulling.
Husky Son in Huskisson Hushes Us On
We were preparing to land near Elizabeth Drive, on the junction with Moona Moona Creek, when a car load of women stopped at a nearby junction.
The driver mooned at us twice. Her front-seat passenger berated her, shouting ‘Elizabeth, will you stop mooning or we’ll be up the Creek without a paddle; there’s a husky father and son just over there. Elizabeth, drive on now.’
The husky son just chuckled, and hushed us on.