The Pieman River at Dusk -reflections equal those on the Gordon River I wake up at daybreak. There’s been no traffic since the night before. Turn the key. Not a murmur. I turn the wheel, take off the handbrake and roll into the road. The going is good for about 45 seconds, then there’s just the tiniest dip - not noticeable the night before, and my car stalls right in the middle of a narrow bit of road. There’s no calling the RACT here. Nothing happens for three hours. I make coffee, have a wash, tidy the van and get ready to walk the three or four kilometres into Corinna. Just as I am about to leave, feeling guilty about blocking the road, a serious 4WD, towing a caravan comes lumbering up the hill. Matthew and his partner Jennifer back up a bit, decouple the van in a wider spot and come down to jump start me with my lovely new jumper leads. Nothing happens the first couple of times. Another vehicle comes from the other direction. Its owner is impatient be...
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