A few weeks into the winter of 1997 I started getting itchy feet. I'd been getting up early for a vine pruning job at one of the many local vineyards & was missing a backpacker chick I was having a great time with over spring, but had moved on to explore other parts of our great country. I'd lived in Margs for a few years & I guess her letters telling me about the great time she was having over East was pretty much what triggered the thoughts of hitting the road. I asked a mate I was working with if he was interested & we left 4 days later which was easy coz we were both just renting caravans. I took some pics & kept a bit of a diary & so I switch over to excerpts of it
