Our house is still intact?

Just read a story about a woman who's house was demolished while she was on vacation...

The only reason we left our house, and more importantly, our cat Buddy Jasper, is because we had our two sons willing to occupy the place while we were gone.

We're a day away from Adelaide now. The weather has been rather nice for half the trip and rather horrid for the other half. Big rains and wind yesterday. 

I'm realizing now that we didn't do much planning for this trip other than the broad outlines. Part of this was on purpose--I didn't want to tie us down too much. But what we're discovering is, a road trip is a road trip. It isn't landing one place and relaxing. Fortunately, we had our week with Wes and Ev, but the rest of time is mostly on the road.

Don't get me wrong, I love seeing the terrain; Australia seems to have so much more variety of trees and plants and birds and strange animals. The rolling and green hillsides are cool. 

But the roads are narrow and hard to navigate, and being unfamiliar with the driving makes it hard to make impulse decisions to pull off the road. So we aren't do that as much as I thought we would. 

Somebody said that Australia was like the US in the 1950s, and I can see that. I think it's the relatively fewer people. I keep noticing how the smaller towns seem kept up, and yesterday it occurred to me that we in the US gave up on a lot of small towns when we built the interstate system. 

Here, their equivalent of an interstate is not so overwhelming, except outside the big cities. So the highway system is still viable for businesses, which in turn keeps the small towns going. 

We keep taking wrong turns with our GPS, which has a tendency to tell us to turn right or left one intersection too soon. Then we go on long detours getting back to the main route. This has turned out to be a feature, not a bug. 

I've enjoyed the country roads we've accidentally found ourselves on.