My wife left for Mexico on Monday so I left for the Watagans on Tuesday. I did 30km on the dirt up the Watagan Forest Rd west of Wyong up to the Pines camping ground. I survived the trip up but a strip of mud did see me with both feet out like wings. The left one did dig in but I stayed uprightish. Kept my toes pointed straight ahead to allow the knee to flex normally on impact. Six black wallabies kept me pretty focussed. Interesting night. I forgot to bring any grog but a permanent resident Scotsman offered me a glass of White Burgundy and we chatted between 5pm and 6pm at his place. At 6pm I was ensconced in my brand new -5deg C (on ToeCutter's always good advice) sleeping bag in a tiny wee tent. Whajja know I got out of it at 3am to look at the stars and 8am to join the only other camper for a cuppa at his kind invitation. There was so much condensation on the inside of the tent I could have had a glass of fresh water from it. I finished coming out at the Letter A (although I couldn't see anything to indicate that) north of Kulnura where there are 40 letter boxes in a row and had a very sedate ride home down the OPH to Hornsby.