Today last year was actually the day of the Harrow BnS. But the day after, what today would have been, "recovery" it's called, we spent watching a guy try to get his Land Cruiser out of the river.
He would have had a much harder job of it today, since the Glenelg river passing through Harrow is in flood.
Still, in loving memory of one man's stupidity, we spent the day at the Burrangule Road quarry toward Glencoe, watching the boys do exactly the same thing. Granted, they didn't get stuck (only one engine flooded, and it dried out after about an hour) and we swum for a bit (well, I didn't, I floated around in a little blow up kiddie pool they took) and caught some yabbies, but it was just like last year, only with a smaller audience. And walls the boys decided to drive up. And McDonalds for lunch.
Also, there was a distinct lack of a really really big tree falling down an hour or so after the two dozen bogans who had been sleeping where it fell got up and wandered over to laugh and try to give advice to the idiot who decided that instead of driving across the shallow bit, he'd try 4 feet to the left and see if he could make it up the bank*.
Looking back now, last year was quite epic. Also, one of my friends broke some guy's nose for giving him a wedgie. Last year. He was quite well behaved this year, and everyone's noses remain intact.
Having not finished my binding, I'm going to bed. I might get it done in the morning in time to list it on the QLD Auctions, I might not.
*They spent about 4 hours trying to pull it forward, which just got it more firmly stuck, as the snatch strap kept breaking into smaller and smaller pieces. By the time they realised it might be better to pull it backwards, it was so firmly entrenched in the bank that they needed two utes, one pulling on the other which was attached to the towbar of dickhead's ute, to get the damn thing out. We spent most of the afternoon singing Corb Lund's The Truck Got Stuck. Good times.