Leaving the rest purple like bruises. Now we re in Binna Binna country. Mountains full of bush, clouds hanging low, rolling down to the sea. The road winds round then takes off up the last big hill. Once we re over this one, we re there - at Yarrie.
Trees come crowding in, tall and dark.
Babe s headlights tunnel us through. I draw in a deep breath of that damp mountain air. We re climbing up slowly. No way I want to break down now. We all lean forward, trying to help Babe up.