Just a few photos....

Last month I went on a trip with Dave to the community of Bulman

Only 310 km away, but don't let that distance fool you. 

The road is part of the road to Gove, which is the worst road Dave

has EVER driven a truck on! 

It takes around 7 hours plus normally, and with our load and excitement, it took a lot, lot longer! We had some drama, to put it mildly. 

There were some narrow causeways along the way to navigate, but Dave is an amazing driver! 

We were loaded with 3 trailers of stuff for a camp to go to some seasonal bull catchers. 

We were passed many times by the army on their way to an exercise on a station. They left us in their dust. 

With our air con not working, windows down, we were showered in dust frequently.

We crossed some beautiful country, which I tried to focus on after our overnight traumatic experience.

It's too long a story to tell in writing, but basically, it saw us between 1am and 3am, struggling to get up a little jump up with our heavy load because of bull dust. 

This meant unhooking trailers, backing down the hill on crazy angles and unloading the grader we were carrying, at 3 in the morning, with Dave learning to drive one on the spot, never having used one before (and they have at least 12 levers to work the articulated, bladed vehicle!). Me holding the torch, sick to my stomach with fear, praying without ceasing, srsly, guiding him down the ramps, then chaining the grader to the Scania and Dave backing back up the hill, towing me along in the Scania.

Well, that's the short story of the most terrifying night I've ever spent! And then the next morning, after camping on the road in the truck, the batteries were dead. So, the next adventure began. Thankfully, Dave was able to make himself some bush mechanic jump starter cables and get us going after a couple hours.  

We were able to camp with the bull catchers in their camp overnight and they fed us some camel steaks which were very tasty. 

I'm so glad that God looks after his children, as he did for us that night. I haven't prayed that hard in a very long time, but God got us through, testing our faith and trust in him. 

This is the jump up we got stuck on, on the way back. Doesn't look so fearful in the daylight, but we left our mark on the road, from the spinning tyres, grader tracks, etc. 

There was a very picturesque lookout along the way that we were able to stop and sit for a while and enjoy God's creation. 

I am so thankful for God's protection. Dave is headed out tonight on that very road, and although fear lies down deep inside my soul, I know that God is in control and has his hand on him.