Yachting
May 73 -
Arrived in Australia, this time to stay awhile. I’d had enough of the offshore
oil exploration industry that was changing rapidly from the need for operators
camped out in rough and remote locations (which lifestyle I loved), to
high-tech computerized systems that needed to be done by technicians crammed
with too many other men on board the boats (which I hated).
That
industry had been ideal to give me the adventure that I enjoyed while building
up the financial stake that I would need to follow the next adventure dream of
owning my own yacht to cruise the oceans.
Jun 73 –
Bought yacht ‘Tangari’.
A charming
classic ‘Tahiti Ketch’ design.
I didn’t really do any shopping around, just bought the cheapest ($9k) solid
feeling vessel advertised. It was cheap partly because it was stuck in
Gladstone, Qld, which wasn’t much of a town and a long way from the market at
that time. It was value for money but not the vessel that I should have bought.
Yes it was charming, if that means a whole lot to you but it doesn’t really to
me; I’m more attached to practical aspects. This 50yr old timber boat was solid
but such wooden boats need a lot of constant upkeep and this one was behind in
that chore. So I spent a lot of time scraping and painting and repairing…. It
better suited a buyer who enjoys just pottering around and loving the classic
lines. I had plenty of money at that time so should have bought a good steel or
fibreglass vessel ready to go abroad. A Tahiti Ketch would be a fair ocean-going
cruiser, if the wind was always a broad reach, but anything closer to the wind
was futile due to a shallow keel and double-ended design that pitches
constantly when punching even small waves, constantly dumping the wind from the
sails…. Fortunately this one had a good slow-running Yanmar diesel and a big
prop, so it motored at hull speed really well. It wasn’t designed as a
motor-sailer but worked well that way. With the engine running half throttle it
could then go to windward quite well. The rigging was well done and in
sufficient condition to cruise coastal and maybe go on the ocean.
Had some ‘adventures’ learning how to handle the rig all on my own, but that’s
the way I like to do things. It was a challenge but I soon got it under control.
But the
catch was, that after all that time chasing around the world and dealing with
‘foreigners’ I was sick of it and just wanted to be somewhere familiar. So I
never left the Queensland coast, but that’s a great area for sailing and some
adventures to be had there, as we shall see…..
And it was a
nice cozy place to live
Sailed north
to Mackay and around the Whitsunday Islands, classic sailing country and few
other yachts there in those days; now it’s crowded and commercialized and I’d
hate it, so was lucky to be there when I was.
Eventually
worked my way up to Cairns, now getting proper tropical. Hadn’t been anchored
there long when I was approached by some divers who wanted to use the boat as a
base out at the Barrier Reef when diving to catch tropical fish for the
ornamental aquarium market. Well that sounded like a good adventure so we made
a deal and I soon was snorkelling over the reef all day chasing pretty little
fish with a butterfly net. Looking back on it now, that was a cruel business –
plucking those innocent little fish off that beautiful abundant reef and
sending them to a life in a fish tank…. And some of them mate for life so we
were separating couples and disrupting the whole community…. Then when we
brought them ashore and sent them to Melbourne we kept getting claims that many
had died in transit…. Bad business…..
These divers were wild-looking hippy-types from the hills behind Cairns, and so we got noticed by customs, under suspicion that this was a cover for landing drugs ashore. Never got searched but another yachty who was in the know told me about it afterward. Of course, if they had raided they would have planted drugs and we would have been in the headlines and probably locked away…. After we had finished the diving business a customs launch came to visit one day, with a ‘friendly’ officer stopping by, allegedly to advise me where to take the boat for shelter in the mangrove creeks in case of a cyclone. Just the friendly advise that other good boat-owners share, but I reckon he was sussing me out; fortunately I passed which wasn’t hard cause I had nothing to hide; I was way too naïve to realize what could have been….. Don’t need that sort of ‘adventure’.
Then some
real hippies from Kuranda, up in those hills, wanted to charter a ride up the
coast to the Bloomfield River because one of them had money from selling a
restaurant in Melbourne and had an option to buy the ‘Cedar Bay Resort’. They
wanted to form a commune and wanted to see the place. Nearby Cedar Bay itself
was a well-known remote hippy retreat in idyllic rainforest that ran right down
to the beach and only had access by sea. Well that sounded like a good
adventure so we loaded up, including bags of chicken manure (what would they
want that for??). A strange mixture of characters, from totally spaced-out
dreamers to one guy who planned on flying an aircraft out of there…. It was an
easy voyage, landed everyone at Bloomfield. When we got out to the supposed
‘Cedar Bay Resort’, it turned out to be only a really basic two-bedroom fibro
house in the middle of an over-grown paddock far from the beach! They had been
dreaming about a tropical retreat in the rainforest, and had talked about all
their crazy dreams, like using carrier pigeons to keep in touch between their
little cabins in the forest, so this was a serious shock! Then the rain
started, and poured continuously for days like it can in those parts. There
wasn’t even a veranda on that little house, so everyone was crowded inside for
several of days, must have been ‘overwhelming’…..
Meanwhile,
before the rain started, I had motored up the river to a quiet pool that would
be a good ‘safe’ anchorage, little did I know…. To get to that pool I had to
manoeuvre under a powerline. So I anchored and climbed the mast to sight a
level to be sure of clearance, and found that if I motored in close to the bank
I’d have about 6 feet to spare. That worked well and was soon anchored in a beautiful
‘safe’ pool surrounded by rainforest.
Then Maori
George arrived with his wife and daughter in their tinny. They lived on a
‘houseboat’ farther down the river. That houseboat consisted of a bunch of
44gallon drums under a structure made of bamboo and thatch. Cooking was done on
an open fire in an old wheel rim, no other facilities. He had a small outboard
at the back and steering ropes running up to the front where he could sit in
his chair and very slowly motor around the lagoon – a really classic tropical
life. They were good company and stayed overnight because it was raining
heavily by now.
It bucketed
down all night, and at daybreak could see that the calm pool was now a torrent
rushing by. Their tinny had filled with water and was under water and straining
at the rope, which then broke and the dinghy was lost. Tangari was heaving on
the anchor chain and I could feel the anchor jerk along the stony bottom, then
a huge dead tree swept by. So we had to get out of that channel and I decided
to motor across behind an island that would give some protection. With the
engine at full throttle and George pulling on the anchor chain we could just
barely stem the flow. Then the anchor broke loose, and before George could pull
in all the chain, the current dragged the bow around and we were headed
downstream at speed, out of control. But now we were mid-stream where the power
line was lowest and the river was now higher in flood, so the inevitable
happened. Of course the forestay hit the powerline and I actually felt a small
shock but not the big flash that I was dreading.... The wire lodged in a
fitting at the top of the mast and wouldn’t unhook, so the boat slewed around
broadside and had the gunnel under water, so the drag was enormous! I heard the
rigging creaking and wondered when it would rip the mask right out of the
boat….. So put the helm down and with full power steered the bow upstream, and
the wire broke loose with a snap and wound itself around the other wires so the
powerline was completely out of action. But we were now floating free! Steered
over and anchored in a sheltered cove and breathed easier…. Haven’t mentioned
yet that George’s wife had only one leg and was below deck with her three year
old daughter, so there’s no way they could have escaped if the boat had gone
down….. But just as well as they were on board because their houseboat had been
swept away and the remains were later found washed up on a beach along the
coast….
The town of
Cooktown, farther up the coast (where Cook repaired the Endeavor after hitting
the reef), had just received it’s supplies for Christmas but now the power was
out for days until the line could be repaired, so all their freezers were
dead….. Once back in Cairns I had to go for an inquiry by the power company. I
was expecting the worst, but when I explained how I had taken all proper
precautions going upstream and explained the unexpected torrent of the river,
they decided not to take any action. It wasn’t my fault and was truly an ‘Act
of God’….. No thanks God, we don’t need that sort of ‘adventure’……
This was now
full ‘wet’ monsoon season, so it kept raining and raining and raining…. Living
in that little boat was cosy but claustrophobic, and all my clothes were soon
damp and mouldy cause nothing would dry. So moved down to Townsville where
there’s less rain.
As if owning one boat wasn’t enough hassle, I bought a
little commercial fishing boat as well…….
I had friends who were mackerel fishermen out of
Townsville, and I liked the lifestyle that they had. The season is short and
frantic when the fish are running, then relax (and work on the boat of course)
the rest of the year.
This was the smallest by far of the boats in the
fleet, so was cheap because no one else wanted so small. It had a powerful
diesel engine and a big ice box, but all that left very little room for
accommodation, so I had to use my ability to live rough once again….
The mackerel appear in the cooler ‘dry’ season when
the sea conditions are steady and storm-free. They congregate in large schools
out around the Barrier Reef and the race is on to find where they are schooling
and then frantically circle around with the other boats and catch as many as
can in that session. Using a flashing spoon on a short length of piano wire to
be able to reel in as quickly as possible. Quickly drag them on board and
wallop them with a club and bleed them and get the line back in the water. Can
get a whole boatload of fish in an hour if they’re in a feeding frenzy….. These
feeding frenzies happen at sunrise and sunset. Once the frenzy is over, go and
anchor in a lagoon on the reef and clean fish until finished, hopefully late at
night if it was a good day. Mackerel have no scales so are easy to clean – just
give them a good brush to clean the skin, cut the head off, tip the guts out,
and pack them in the big icebox. The sharks love that offal and rush in to
fight for it, in another feeding frenzy, frightening to see them rip and tear,
sure wouldn’t want to dip a hand in the water ..…. Then have a meal and enjoy
the tranquility of the evening rocking at anchor out on the reef far from land.
Next morning out circling around again as the sun rises over the ocean, best
time of all! Hopefully find another feeding frenzy before anchoring back in the
lagoon for the rest of the day.
When there was a really good frenzy happening, all the boats wanted to be in on it and it became too congested for me, with boats fighting for position, so I’d head off to try to find another school. I wasn’t an expert at finding real good action but still made enough in the season to pay off the boat. Then I’d had enough of that adventure and sold that boat and moved on…..
Wooden boats
need to be frequently painted with anti-fouling paint to stop weed growth on
the hull and keep teredo worms from getting in and eating away the wood, and
need to check the caulking between the planks to prevent leaks. A wooden boat
is just a bunch planks all screwed and puttied together to keep from leaking –
very primitive…. To paint the bottom needed to beach the boat on a high tide
and prop it against some supports, then rush down and scrub and caulk and paint
before the tide comes in again, all the while sloshing around in the mud…. Not
many professional boat ramps in those ports in those days and too expensive for
us amateurs…. Never certain of finding every worm hole, so then later lying in
bed at anchor and imagining the worms that I had might have missed chewing
away…. I got really sick of all that maintenance…..
By this time I had got sick of living on a small yacht and always being supported by water. I realized that I needed a workshop ashore and now dreamt of homesteading on the land. So took Tangari down to Brisbane to sell it. Approaching Mooloolaba harbour under full sail, I pulled down and stowed all the sails in a smooth sequence and started the engine just in time. When I had tied up at the jetty an old fella came over and said he had been watching and congratulated me for the expert sail handling, and that was a great finale for my sailing career…..
So, after all those years of dreaming
of cruising the world and working and saving to make it possible, this ended my yachting dreams venture,
with relief….
There’s a saying that the two most exciting days of boat ownership,
are the day you buy it,
and the day you sell it!
I’d certainly agree with that……
I was sick of
living on a confining boat, and was eager to find a block of land where I could
have a roomy workshop and try to settle down.
My pioneering
‘venture’
May 75 –
Bought a Bedford truck that had been a horse transport and converted it to a
camper. Went to a rubbish tip on a Sunday and found all the carpet and discarded
furniture I needed for the fit out.
Then found
this great little VW cut-down bug. It bravely went just about anywhere that a
4wd could go. Speedy and agile, great fun to drive! Travelled the road from N Queensland
to Brisbane 9 times I think it was….
I’d heard
about 10 acres near Cardwell going for $9k, so went to have a look. Looked good
to me, so I made the deal. Cardwell was a really sleepy town in those days,
with mostly retired sugar cane farmers and some layabouts. The property was all
bush with a clean-flowing creek along a boundary, just a few km from town and
1km from the Hinchinbrook Channel. Spectacular scenery all round, with
Hinchinbrook Island just across the channel and a wild tropical mountain right
behind the place, great adventuring country.
I got an old army tent and built a coconut thatch shade/rain roof over it, a lot like the camp I had lived in on Kiwai Island. That was very comfortable for me, open all round so that birds could fly through, and didn’t feel confining…. It could rain 11 inches in a night and didn’t leak at all. Bathing in the creek, sometimes saw the huge carpet snake that lived along there, but I didn’t bother it and it didn’t bother me. A bed built of bush timber that later collapsed cause the termites ate it. Bought a whole bunch of French doors from a pub that was being demolished in Cairns. Was planning to build them into a house some day but the termites got to them and ruined them before I got to that. Powerfully hungry termites in that place…. Also cunning native water rats that raided my pantry and learned how to prise the lids off tin containers. No power there. Found a working kero fridge at the tip. Lighting with a pressure lantern, cooking on a kero primus. Very basic but not a problem, cause I like that style of living.
Did the
pioneering trip and felled trees in the neighbouring state forest to build a
big open workshop, digging post holes by hand and wrestling heavy timbers up
for the roof. Took a contract to demolish some old barracks at Macknade sugar
mill at Halifax for the building materials, which turned out to be nearly
useless but a huge amount of hard work on my own. Planted fruit trees and a garden and
irrigation, etc. Grew great pawpaws and granadillas, which I was able to sell
in a shop in Cardwell for a few bucks.
I knew that
regular tomatoes aren’t easy to grow in the tropics due to wilt and virus and
grubs, but cherry tomatoes are immune to those problems. I couldn’t find packet
seeds of those tomatoes in those days but finally found a couple of rotten cherry
toms at an Italian fruit store in Tully, and planted them in the compost pile.
They grew like crazy and I feasted on them. My toilet was just a trench that I
backfilled as it progressed. When the wet season started, up came a whole row
of cherry tomatoes, grown from the seed that passed through. When a water and
irrigation inspector was visiting I served him sandwiches with those tomatoes
on top. When I told him how they had grown he politely finished the sandwich he
was on but didn’t touch any more…. Whenever I went to visit friends at Magnetic
Island or the Atherton Tableland or wherever, I brought along some of those
young plants wrapped in wet newspaper and surreptitiously planted them in their
rubbish piles. It was a buzz to visit next time and see the vines taking over
the place. I even brought some to Maleny when I moved, and that established many
of the cherry tomatoes that now grow wild there. Sort of like’ Johnny Tomato
Seed’ rather than Johnny Apple Seed….
Got a dozer
in and cleared too much open ground to look after in the tropics. Had visions
of planting an avocado orchard because the rainfall records showed a minimum
average of 42mm in the driest month of August and that would be just enough.
But that was just an ‘average’; in reality it sometimes rained 200mm in a
thunderstorm in one August and then didn’t rain at all in August for the next
four years, so that would still make the average, but those dry years would
devastate the trees…. Planted a crop of
rough-leaf pineapples, and they grew but not as fast as the tropical weeds;
soon realized that the battle wouldn’t be worth the return….
Found a
little Fergie tractor for $400. It did an enormous amount of hard work for so
many years, towing big logs like a dozer. Took it with me to Maleny and used it
for spraying groundsel bush, couldn’t have done without it.
A lot of
HARD work, often in temperatures 36°c….. Too much hard work, no common sense…..
Burned myself out…. Didn’t get to climb that mountain until after the place was
sold just before I left, and then discovered all sorts of adventure up there.
Used to be small scale tin mining up there, but abandoned long ago. But found a
recent camp with unused gelignite laying around and evidence of interest in growing
dope …..
Speaking of
which I did have an ‘adventure’ earlier on when I had the place for sale, with
a sign out on the highway. Three Italian fellas in a ute with NSW plates wheeled
in and wanted to buy the place for cash in hand, even though I already had a
contract with someone else. They insisted but I held them off, wondering what
they wanted. Finally they admitted that they were looking for a place to grow a
big dope crop. They had come from Griffith, NSW which had been a big dope
growing area until it got clamped down by the police. Then they wanted me to
cancel the contract and partner with them to grow the crop. They intimated that
there would be a million in it for each of us, and they had contacts in police
who would warn them if the drug squad was going to raid. Of course I wasn’t
tempted at all – just imagine if the crop was successful and they loaded up a
truck and I asked for my share – I’d probably be ‘disappeared’, not just
because they didn’t want to pay but they wouldn’t want any witness…. One of
them even wore a T-shirt with an image of an angry-looking vulture saying, “I
just want to kill something”, and he kept scratching himself with a box-cutter
knife that he kept in his pocket…. Being out there on my own with those guys
was frightening….. All I could do was keep calm and explain to them why it
wouldn’t work there. I let them know that the locals were stickybeaks and they already
had me suspect cause I was different and kept to myself. The weed control man
came to inspect even tho there were no weeds to chase (the drug squad often
contracts weed inspectors to hunt for dope crops because the weed inspectors
have the right to enter any land without a warrant), and the power company had the right to drive thro
the property on their way to the big transmission line out back. Finally they
saw that there was no way they could get away with anything there. Then we
settled down and had a friendly discussion about where they might go. I
suggested they find an agreeable Italian cane farmer and they could plant their
crop in the middle of a tall cane field where it would be out of sight. I kind
of wish I’d been able to hear how they made out, but of course that wouldn’t be
cool….. Not a good adventure…..
I’d had
enough of slaving in the heat for a project that wouldn’t pay off, so decided
to sell the Cardwell property. I knew that some day it would be valuable for sub-division,
due to it’s prime location but didn’t want to wait that long. I drew up provisional
plans for sub-division and put it up for sale, planning to move to the Atheron
Tableland where there would be a milder climate and better soil.
So sold that
property and all the junk I had accumulated there for $27k. So another two-year
adventure finished…. Lately I’ve flown over it and it’s now sub-divided and
Cardwell is a booming tourist town with a swank marina full of flash yachts, so
land values must be very high…. I guess I should have hung onto it even if I
didn’t live there, and then sub-divide when the prices were right, but such is
life…..
Maleny
Jul 77 – While still at Cardwell, some friends came thro who were driving to Maleny and extolling it’s potential, and had a spare seat so I went for the ride. Never heard of Maleny before but was impressed with the lush green charm. Then spotted a 100acre property for $32k! Any land on the Atherton Tableland was way dearer than that. It had been a dairy farm long ago and later a beef farm, but had since been neglected for some years and was now in a mess…. This property was steep, with a landslip like a glacier all the way thro it, and covered with groundsel bush and blackberry and lantana and the house was neglected and sagging, thus the price. I had the money so bought it, planning to sub-divide off the house on a couple of acres and clean it up a bit and sell the two portions for a good profit. Didn’t turn out that way as we’ll see later…..
Oct 77 –
Moved to Maleny with my tools and possessions. Quite an adventure drive,
dodging police because some didn’t believe that towing the VW was legal, and
all with poor brakes on the truck, but made it through….
No sooner
got to my new home than received an invite from the captain who ran that supply
boat to that Kiwi Island where I had worked in PNG. He wanted to take the boat
to the Phillipines and get some major work done on it, and find a Filipina
girlfriend and needed a deckhand. Joined him in Cairns and we sailed away as
bystanders on the dock had to restrain his previous girlfriend from jumping off
and committing suicide, so it was a great relief for him to be free of all that
drama….. Soon found out that we didn’t get along at all, so it was great relief
when he met an old friend of his in Lae, on the north coast of New Guinea, and
that fella wanted to join so I could sign off.
Flew on to
the Phillipines for a short tour, then on thro Honk Kong and to Alberta just in
time for Christmas. Did the Christmas visiting then back to summer in
Queensland.
This was the
first time I had owned a house, and felt claustrophobic inside so slept on the
veranda for the first weeks. Soon got busy fixing up the house, some new stumps
to keep it from falling down the hill, tore out a couple of walls to open up
the pocky little rooms and of course a lot of painting. Starting to look a lot
better.
Got a dozer
in to push some tracks thro the slip zone so I could drive the Fergie around.
Built a tank and a pump on the tractor to go spraying. But the groundsel was so
high that the 2-4-D spray often drifted back down on me, not good. So I had to
get a helicopter in to blast it from the air. That defoliated it so I could follow
up and spray the regrowth, which was prolific and persistent. Dragging the long
hoses and stumbling over that rough broken ground was hard work but great for
getting fit. And satisfying to see less and less each year, until it became a
challenge to get rid of every bit of the groundsel. Took years and a whole lot
of persistent effort but I beat it! Then the Kikuyu grass came back and made
excellent green pastures once again and it became a very pretty property.
May 78 –
Made first FireDrum. Helen Gill was going to house sit while I went to North
Qld again. It was chilly winter so I improvised that heater. Turned out that it worked so well that
I decided to manufacture them, which wasn’t at all easy as we shall see…..
Jun 79 –
Sold off first lot across the creek to Dr. Kay Evans, the start of ‘living off
the land’, one sub-division at a time…..
As mentioned
earlier the plan had been to sub-divide the house off on a couple of acres and
then sell both portions for a profit and head back north to find somewhere in
the wilds of North Queensland, but then Julie got pregnant and I decided that
this would be a better place to try to raise a family.
30 May 80 – Krista born.
Aug 80 – To
Canada with Julie and Krista.
All of 81 –
Busy on Maleny property.
Feb 82 - Mum
arrived for a visit and I picked her up at the airport, but when we got home we
got the terrible news that her son Bob had died while skiing…. So we decided to
accompany her back to Canada and quickly packed and arranged a flight.
Spent the
summer living in my old home on the farm there. Julie was so eager to get
gardening and planted too early so the last frost turned it all black….. Decided
to stay until the harvest. Then my Dad died in September, leaving Mum alone so
we stayed on until November. Finally found our way home via a visit to Julie’s
sister in Los Angeles.
Good to be
back in our own place, but the property was rundown due to no maintenance and
Julie’s precious garden was all weeds. The big disappointment for me was that
before going away I had raised two pigs (named Ham and Bacon) to just the right
size then took them to an abattoir that specialized in home-curing ham and
bacon, and had one converted to the most luscious ham and bacon ever. But the
house-sitters were vegetarians and had unwittingly unplugged the freezer and
now it was stinking mess…..
Apr 83 – Tested the first HotDrum and decided to manufacture them.
May 83 – Mum
arrived for a visit, but she was not impressed with our ‘homesteading’ lifestyle;
she had spent too much of her life in that hard life that they had worked their
way out of.
Sep 83 – I
was finding it hard to be in a partner ‘relationship’ with Julie. Not
particularly due to Julie, but I’d always been a loner and longed for that
lifestyle again…..
Jan 84 – Krista
and I moved to Wells Rd cabin. The arrangement was to be that Krista should
spend alternate weeks with Julie but ended up spending most of her time with me,
I guess because I ‘spoiled’ her more and no religion talk…. I found it a whole
lot easier to be a single parent than being in a partnership.
Oct 84 – I
kept using the workshop at the old place to manufacture the Hot Drums. Sold 104
HotDrums and kits last year, with a lot of hard, noisy work.
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Sep 83, Sep
84, Aug 85, Aug 86, Aug 87, Aug 88, Mar 89, Mar 90, Mar 91, and Oct 91 – To Canada with Krista to visit Mum because
she was alone then. A lot of travel costs but figured that the inheritance from
the farm was best spent on visiting Mum. When checking in for that ‘89 flight I
found that I had left my passport at home…. Krista was very distressed at not being
able to go as anticipated, so I (recklessly) allowed her to go on her own at
age 9…. Of course by this time she had so much experience in such flights that she
could do it, but when she got to Vancouver they had missed the last connecting
flight for the day to Edmonton, now what??…. But
fortunately, a very helpful airline employee offered to take her home for the
night and arranged a flight next day (Canadians are so kind in all the right
ways!)….. I followed with my passport a couple of days later.
Krista has flown
to Canada 12 times already at age 9, and more to come of course.
Nov 86 – To
N Qld in old van with Krista.
Dec 88 – To
N Qld with Krista and Zoe??.
Jun 89 – I had
always felt like an Australian citizen, but finally made it official.
Jun 89 –
Bill bought corner block.
Jul 89 – Annabel
and Chris and Jen came to visit.
Aug 89 – Krista
got Tickles. The best little dog we could hope for.
Krista volunteered
to raise orphaned wallabies. Now they’ve multiplied and thrived, and that valley
has many happy wallabies.
Dec 89 –
Finished with the HotDrum business at last, and passed it on to Ken….. It had
been a very hard and stressful 5 years battling with that business. It was a
good design and a good product and popular, but I wasn’t at all good as a
factory manager, always running around behind schedule. Pricing too low and not
good control on costs, so never any profits…. Too much of the time with a knot
in my stomach from stress, pretty much burned myself out….. Took awhile to
recover…. But hundreds of homes were cosy due to our efforts, and several years
later it was a thrill to see a Hot Drum glowing in the background when TV was
interviewing a country singer in cold Tenterfield.
Mar 90 –
Started ultralight training.
Jun 90 and
again Jun 91 – To Yowah opal field with Krista and Zoe.
Jun 91 – Camel
safari with Krista. A great and memorable trip!
Aug 91 –
Krista to school in Canada. Boarding with the Hoylands.
Jan 93 –
Krista back from school in Canada.
Jan 93 –
Krista to Sommerville House school.
Mar 93 –
Krista back from Sommerville House school.
Apr 93 – I go
to Canada, Mum died….
Sep 93 – To
Bali with Krista and Zoe.
Jun 94 – To Cairns with Krista and Jen.
Feb 95 –
Krista started at St Peters.
Jun 95 – Skiing
Mt Buller with Krista and Lena.
Sep 96 – To
Bali with Krista and Lena.
Mar 98 –
Krista to Canada, staying at Annabel’s. Annabel very impressed how Krista went
out and found a job in a jewelers shop right away.
Jun 98 –
Krista in N Ireland and London.
Sep 98 – Krista
at Augustana College in Camrose, Alberta.
May 99 –
Krista and Dragan here.
Feb 2000 –
Krista home from Canada at last.
Apr 01 –
Krista away to London.
Sep 01 – Met
up with Krista in Canada.
Sep 02 –
Krista and James visiting.
Jan 04 –
Krista to dentist in La Paz, Bolivia while travelling South America.
Aug 04 – Krista
home again.
Sep 06 –
Started producing Stolspeed VGs
Oct 06 –
Krista to Darwin and Centre.
Jan 07 –
Krista in Vancouver.
Feb 07 –
Krista back from Canada.
May 07 –
Painting house that Krista had built in Maleny.
Sep 08 – To
India with Krista and Lena.
Jan 2010 – Sold last 10 acres of Maleny property for a great price!
Kilcoy
Mar 2010 – Bought property and moved
to Kilcoy
Sep 2012 –
Krista and I did road trip USA.
Oct 2013 – Krista married.
2012, 2013,2014 & 2015 - Flying road trips in the USA.
See Flying Adventures Chapter 8.
Jan 2023 - Krista offered a lucrative job in Canada, and moved whole family there.
2023 - Afterward.
Right now at age 83, I'm going pretty well considering age. Fortunately health is good, and mood is good. Enjoying this stage of retired life. Sometimes a restless urge to have a project, but I have enough experience with multiple projects in the past so not tempted to start anything new; actually getting pretty lazy, but feels good….
I really love where I’m living. In my small ‘man cave’ in the end of my workshop. Very basic but just to my liking. Fine view across my large backyard to the creek at the boundary. Two acres right on the edge of a small town, with complete privacy, can’t be built out. I can pee on the grass out front or under the tree out back. The house up front rented for a small income.
The local airfield is 6km away, I can see the hangars from my back door. Very quiet and peaceful, in beautiful surroundings.
Such a change from my early restless days, when I
forever wanted to be going somewhere. Now I don’t want to go anywhere, not even
to visit Krista in Canada.
I just want to spend all my last days right here.
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