Woody Head

We have our mojo back!! Ern blames the f**ked battery for sending out negative energy, messing with our chakras, and getting us all out of alignment. Since the battery got replaced, and we now have a working fridge, everything has fallen into place. It seems that mod cons do make us happy.

Arriving at Woody Head campground, the set-up process was seamless. We remembered the things we were good at, and the well-oiled machine is purring like a kitten. Daph is good at tying off guy ropes, utilising her perineal suturing skills to tie knots that aren’t coming undone, no matter how hard you cough. And Ern is good at saying “Babe! I need your help!”

Woody Head is divine. We have the ocean in our backyard again. The scenery is spectacular. It’s been a good day. The sun is shining. Things are working. This makes Daph happy. Which means she moans less. Which in turn means Ern is happy too. Ern’s guitar hasn’t been verbally abused once today. Happy days.

We highly recommend Woody Head campground. The facilities are outstanding. And it has free firewood too! Here we met fellow travellers, Pat and Norm, whose delicious curry aromas wafted into our campsite. We mutually exchanged recommended travel spots, podcasts, and movies. Pat isn’t much into Star Wars. She may not act on our recommendations.

Quote of the day:

Ern: “Did you fart?”

Daph: “I don’t think so, but I did just open the chicken container.”

Maybe it wasn’t good to eat after all.