White Ute Dreaming (2002)
“Some dogs are hippies, blissing out on all the freedom with their ears flapping against their heads and letting off big tracers of dribble that run down the side of the car at traffic lights. They get stoned on it. Ernie is the seasoned traveller. Sometimes he’ll prop his paws on the sill and look over the roof of the ute, squinting with his ears pulled flat against his head like a wolf in a snowstorm. Mostly he just curls up on whatever looks comfortable. Half on the blue tarp sticking out fro...m under the spare wheel and half on Dad’s duffel bag. Looks pretty comfy.
Dad had insisted on leaving at fish o’clock—sometime before sunrise—so we could get a good run of it. I saw the sun come up and the stars go to bed but I didn’t really wake up until we were driving through Bairnsdale and I remembered the big red church I visited with the Humes last year. I told Dad I was hungry and then showed him the bakery. He was impressed. I told him the kangaroo pies were good and he pulled the neck of my jacket out and pretended to vomit down my back.MoreLess
Dad had insisted on leaving at fish o’clock—sometime before sunrise—so we could get a good run of it. I saw the sun come up and the stars go to bed but I didn’t really wake up until we were driving through Bairnsdale and I remembered the big red church I visited with the Humes last year. I told Dad I was hungry and then showed him the bakery. He was impressed. I told him the kangaroo pies were good and he pulled the neck of my jacket out and pretended to vomit down my back.MoreLess
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