Even in summer, it was freezing cold, and we yelped our way through our showers. We washed out our clothes while we were there, since the only other i...em of clothing we had between us was an old T-shirt I’d stuffed into my range bag. I washed it, too. When we were done, I checked to see if the coast was still clear. It was, and we walked back to our campsite clad in just our shoes.The plane made a great drying rack, and I draped our clothing over the rear fuselage and tail to dry. Our campsite. . what?What happened? he silently asked, blinking his eyes as his vision slowly focused back to normal. Did that bitch girl do that? He had been blinded by a light, brighter than he had ever seen before. Then, before he knew it, some force had slammed into him, threw him through the window and out into the woods around the cabin.He looked up at the cabin. Unless his vision was still not right, he was over a hundred feet away from the cabin. Whatever it was that had hit him was powerful.He took. Coming home from school, Sam and mother were in the den drinking beer when I walked in. Mother said to change clothes and get ready to go. After grabbing some clothes I came downstairs and asked if she was coming. No, Im not feeling good right now,she replyed. Sam put my things in the car and we left. He asked how I wad,I said good. After a short drive we pulled up to his house. He said if I want he has a pull and I can go swimming. I hung my head, Sam asked what was wrong. I said I didn't. . 1100 miles meant 22 degrees warmer. That’s damn near 74 ... I can tan before Brisbane! Great! I don’t want to be a pale reflection of my glory.What he didn’t tell me that the two degrees was more like two and a half... 200 miles was 5 degrees ... I found that out listening to the weather report. I also found out that heading for Perth by way of the bight would have been a disaster. Lee shore and 200 foot tall cliffs ... not my cuppa tea. Great surfing though. Great surfing means great surfers.