Family interstate means that at least once each year we migrate west from Melbourne to Adelaide.
Can’t tell you how many times we’ve done this drive over the years – I did try to work it out, and think it is in the order of 60, but who knows for sure…
The Giant Koala at Dadswell’s Bridge is so lame it never gets tired. We always look out for it as an indicator of how long we have to go until breakfast, which is usually in Horsham at a prominent fast food place located conveniently next to the park.
These trips have made us creatures of habit, but recognisable landmarks and scheduled stops break them into manageable chunks and seem to help them pass more quickly.
On that front, iPods are invaluable. Carrying your entire music collection, plus a few videos in a package about the size of a deck of cards still amazes me, and having two means that one can be playing music for Michael and I, while Meg watches Black Books and cacks herself stupid in the back seat!