RV FEATURE
After what seemed to be half an hour, but was more likely a couple of minutes, of yelling and searching, Sharyn appeared from a secondary track from the riverbank where we ' d last seen each other. Initially, my brain couldn’ t comprehend how she was still walking, talking and breathing after my frantic search for her body had failed.
“ Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I thought you were dead.”
My questions probably expelled more wind than the freak storm that had ripped the surrounding vegetation apart and left little time for her answers until we both calmed down.
I hadn ' t noticed the van ' s damage at that stage, just that an almighty gumtree was lying beside it, with small branches and leaves scattered everywhere.
At least the windows were closed so the rain didn ' t get in!
That smaller branch is the one that clipped us.
THE DAMAGE
Once my heart rate halved, then halved again, we finished holding each other in disbelief and realised the wind and rain had stopped. With the skies gradually clearing to a brilliant blue again, it was time to put on my sensible hat and assess the damage to our campervan.
First, the awning was okay, given I had set all the guy ropes the day before. I still can ' t understand how it wasn ' t flipped, mangled, and ready for the bin.
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