It was delightful to reminiscing on days of 4WD in Levuka, Queensland. I was in the children part of the group, whooping and cheering with all the enthusiasm of someone not actually doing the job yet reaping full benefits of the driver's efforts. Thanks Dad. I've seen quite a few cars towed from slimy situations and have been jumbled around a car on bouncier soils. It might be time to give it another go…

Thick wads of earth tore up in an arc that decorated the surrounding grass in generous clumps of slimy mud that stunk of the cow patties it was filled with. Loud whoops called from above the overhang where similarly decorated 4WDs were queued in waiting for the final car to make it through what looked like a now impassable bog. Muddied children cheered from the sidelines guessing at how the car would get through. Pretending they knew what a diff lock was. Each voice starting with “If I were driving..” answered by a disbelieving “No way” or “Oh yeah?! Well I…”