What a Muddy Mess!

We don’t let a little bad weather deter our fine group. We get out in the wilds during the wet season just as we do in the milder times. We are adventurers. Northern Australia can get rugged, especially when the rains soak the ground. Oh, God, the mud! You know what? We take along a light, portable pressure washer just in case (found a good one online at www.pressurecleaned.com). Our progress is never impeded with this handy device in tow. You toss it in the trunk and forget about it until it’s needed. That time will come.

When the sun comes out after a downpour, you know what the car or van looks like. It is caked with mud and practically invisible at times. If you are in a caravan, it looks like a row of exotic brown beasts with elephantine skin. It could be a parade of dirty mammoths. You need more than a normal amount of elbow grease to get the muck off. Here’s where the pressure washer does its job. As for the mates, they only take hot showers. The nozzle is not for delicate human skin.

An RV needs care and feeding, if not some regular attention. You can’t do it every day and have to let the weather take its toll. Then again, there are those times when you can’t even see through the windshield. There might be a critter in the road or a mighty kangaroo. I don’t care so much for dingos, but I wouldn’t want to hit one! I want visibility, pure and simple. Wiping the glass with a wet rag just smears mud around in a lovely circle, like finger painting with goo. Not my idea of fun (although it would appeal to the grandkids).

If there are many of you on the road together as a cohesive unit, a few pressure washers are called for. More than one of us possesses a decent one. I like to test mi ne out before taking off from home, making sure I have the fuel or electric connectors, the appropriate nozzle, and assorted brush attachments. You don’t need the fanciest or most expensive model for basic use. For those known to be a bit absent-minded, don’t forget to bring it back with you. You might not notice until the next trip…and then it is too late.

Our group likes to explore the back trails—the byways, not the highways. We like to take chances and encounter the unexpected. We have had our run-ins with hunters and protective locals. In good weather we can get out and chat, make friends, and be on our way. We are a harmless bunch out for fun and games. We don’t trespass or raise a ruckus. We are laid back and fancy free. Those who go along are up for some good times. There is a little manual labor, okay, but it is what you have to do to earn the privilege of life on the open road, even if it is for a moment or two.