When it finally rains the droughted spirits rise
I'VE SHARED the challenges of the drought but, as is historical in the Australian bush, drought is followed by floods.
The rains started in March 2010. It was when we arrived home from a trip to see the grass standing waist high, that a tremendous sense of relief flooded over us.
It was then we realised just how depressed we had been.
But the rain didn't stop. It just kept on and on … and on.
I never thought I'd hear the locals say: "I wish it would stop raining".
But during the course of the next 18 months, I heard just that.
Though I never said those words myself, after what we had experienced, the constant falls did present a range of new challenges.
The dams were full and overflowing.
Our submerged pump had to be rescued and, of course, the Patrol got bogged during the
The tractor had to be used to pull it out.
On another day, the Patrol got bogged towing a heavy trailer and the tractor got bogged trying to pull it out.
Due to Chris's resourcefulness, he managed to get them all out but it was a waste of day.
We didn't dare go out in the paddocks as you ended up spending more time digging out vehicles than achieving anything.
Our neighbour discovered his truck bogged one day - just sitting in the shed.
The dirt floor, softened by the constant wet, had consumed its wheels.
At times we were flooded in, the dry creeks became raging torrents.
The grass was so long, it hid the rocks, stumps, logs and stump holes. Mustering at any speed became hazardous … death traps hidden in the grass.
It was time to upgrade my beloved Subaru WRX for a real car. Sadly, I traded it in for a four-wheel drive.
The transformation to rural life deepened. I loved my Rex with a passion and still grieve its loss.
Despite these challenges it was a thrill to see and hear the creeks running.
The wildlife, which had been so quiet during the drought (their struggle for survival evident in an eerie silence), provided a joyous chorus morning and evening.
Though I felt emotionally battered by the seasons, I would rather too much rain any day, than to relive that terrible heart-rending, soul-destroying drought.
So the roller-coaster continues … and I'm still on it.