According to the information gained from Google, it should’ve taken us just nine hours and forty-three minutes to arrive at our beautiful hotel hidden somewhere in the middle of the Hunter Valley. Just nine hours and forty-three minutes of travelling and apparently we should have reached our holiday destination. Twenty-eight hours later though, I had a rather profound realisation; perhaps sometimes even Google can be wrong.
With that being said though, in the defence of the wonderful invention that is Google, it’s probably safe to assume that the nine hours and forty-three minutes did not include hourly toilet stops, countless carefully selected food breaks or casual midnight stopovers at cute little Caravan Parks out in the middle of nowhere.
It’s probably also safe to assume that throwing the GPS out of the window whilst doing 110km along a country highway is generally not something that is advised, nor is it going to assist in a shorter trip. Although by this stage we weren’t too worried about the destination or the clock for that matter, I would say that we were all far too busy enjoying the view from the scenic route.
We saw kangaroo’s and wildlife in fields that stretched out for miles.
We saw cute little country cottages and hundreds of run down, old country shacks.
We saw Mumma cows with their babies and big, beautiful horses just lazily grazing in their paddocks.
We saw more tree’s than you can even begin to imagine and country towns smaller than our local shopping centres.
We sang along to our old country favourites and we found ourselves stumbling on the words of new ones.
We played the number plate game with absolutely no cars in sight and we played I-spy with nothing but endless fields of green grass and tree’s.
We spent the night in a cabin the size of a shoe box, reliving the days of school camps and curfews and we learnt far too many times just how confusing the concept of daylight savings can be.
We slept, we yelled, we argued, we laughed and we smiled until our cheeks hurt.
We misread directions, we got lost, tired, hungry and at times, far too frustrated with each other than we should have been and yet still, despite it all, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Somewhere along the way, during that twenty-eight hours of staring out at the green grass and trees, I realised that even when you think you know exactly where it is that you’re going, you still never really know just where it is that you’re going to end up.
One thing is for sure though; anything in this world can be an adventure if you take the right people along for the ride, even twenty-eight hours of green grass and tree’s.