The last day with the bulls will forever be known to me as the dustiest day of my life. It wasn't the most physically exhausting day but putting up with the wind and dust made us just as tired. We had about a pound of gunk and dirt on ourselves by the end. Dirt in our ears, nose, hairs, every where, but the worst for me was in my eyes. I would wipe actual globs of dirt out of my eyeballs. It was a fairly windy and slightly colder than usually, big overcast. All we had to do for the day was draft and load about 400 bulls onto the trucks but every time the bulls moved or anything moved the wind would blow the dust right up into our faces. Was difficult to talk without eating dirt. I also got to meet the largest private land owner in Australia, MacDonald, I believe it was. He has around 150,000 cattle and around 10 million acres, holy shit right. We got the jobs done, Robert shot a dingo, and then we were done for the day. Was a long week and got the next day off.
With our day off Tom and I cooked spaghetti and meatballs for everyone. With the help of Robert and Clayton we cut and minced the meat ourselves which was awesome, felt like a butcher, Nic you would've been all over that. The meat was lean too we barely put any fat in it. I think normal beef meat has 20% fat, I don't think we had over 5%, tasty. Made some good sauce, meatballs, and Tom made some bracioles. Cooked it all for like 6 hours. Came out great everyone loved it Mom and Mrs. Werney would be proud. Clayton crushed a lot of spaghetti and meatballs. I showed him how to clean the plates by using garlic bread to wipe up the cold sauce and his mind was blown and then we just started to dip bread into the sauce even though we were stuffed. Everyone was fat and happy. We had a big bonfire. Robert was in his element cracking the best jokes nearly had everyone on the floor. Was a great send off that I will never forget.
Thank you Gipsy Plains and the Curelys for all your hospitality and kindness you showed. You really took us in as one of your own. I will miss it.
So now Tom, Natalie and I are in Byron Bay for the weekend. We flew into Brisbane, said goodbye to Michael, he had a wedding to go to, then drove down to Byron. Awesome hippie beach town, very crunchy granola. We lodged up in a cool tent cabin for the night. Last night we went to the Byron Brewery and saw some stand up, flame throwing and CockatooPaul! Got drunk ate late night doner had a blast. Today we just plan on beaching, hard. Getting this farm strong body ready for the summer.
Hope everyone is well see you soon.
- Howling Wolf
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