I arrived late on a Friday night. 6 pm is late mid winter when there is no power or mod cons. 6th July was my birthday and very cold. I'd driven down from Sydney that day, hadn't dawdled. Only stopped once for a takeaway sandwich at the Berry Bakery. I also bought a delicious spelt loaf of bread and some cheddar cheese - supplies for lunch for the next few days.

I reached Cobargo at about 5:30pm and pulled into the local servo, the only place open other than the Cobargo pub. I bought some bottled water just in case there was no water in the creek. Legacy thinking since the drought and a tin of Tom Pipers Steak and Veg to heat up on the meth stove for a quick and simple dinner. Yes there was a can opener in the caravan.

I drove down to the middle of the town to the local phone box and rang Dean: "I'm here. Good trip. Heading out now to Frosty Hollow"

I headed down the the last few kilometres of nice tarred highway before my right hand turnoff. The only sign to Upper Brogo Rd being "The Chlorinator". I always am reminded of the Terminator. The Chlorinator for some chlorinated reason refers to the large cement reservoir of water that I am told is a water supply for the town of Bermagui some 40 kilometres away. It certainly wasn't for the likes of properties like Frosty Hollow where the water comes from the creek if it flowed, and large plastic containers of water purchased from the Cobargo supermarket when it was open- not at 6pm on a Friday night.

The dirt road was pretty rough after the wettest June since forever. Its funny how you successfully miss one pothole and tram like rut only to hit several more on the other side of the road.

It was pretty cold, teeth chattering, hand numbing cold, perhaps O degrees Celsius. However the sky was black velvet lined with diamonds and a creamy road of milky way.

I arrived at our gate. When I got out I could hear the creek babbling away with a very large chorus of frogs competing with the ABC radio talk on the car radio.