The next morning I got them out of the house before Mom got up and peeked in on her a couple of times , but she sleeping hard , that is until the phon... rang about 9:30 I answered "Hello ?" " Put your fucking Mom on the phone " " Mrs. Miller ?" "Yes numb nuts , now put her on the phone " "Okay just a minute" I went up stairs , knocked on her door " Mom , phone " . Mom loved the fact that I had a camera and already had taken over one thousand nice pictures of her daughter in action, and soon joined in as my camera crew, helping to direct the men to allow me to take nice, unobstructed pictures of her daughter from whatever angle I wanted.“Just scoot over a bit, dear, she’d say; and Angie would dutifully move on way or the other on her knees until she could see the camera again. And then Mom would tell Angie to look into the camera and take him a bit. I was informed that the bitumen road ran out about twenty kilometres the other side of Bindi Bindi. Beyond was the dirt road. I was reassured that this dirt road was ‘in good nick,’ as the grader had been up there for the last three weeks, ‘Getting ready for the season.’ By that was meant the skiers who would pass that way going to the snowfields. I was told once more, ‘She’ll be snowin’ before long, mate.’ I began the final leg of my journey, ascending by a tortuous road with bends that made. ”Prue was fascinated. “How long are your wires?” she asked.“I have four sets strung, each one about two hundred metres long. If it works, I plan to string a set of cables for about a klick them longer and longer until I found out how far I can go,” he said excitedly.“My biggest limitations according to my calculations are the energy source and the wire resistance. I think I can overcome the energy issue by setting up cells at multiple points and use thicker wires, but I still have to work that.