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Currency Creek 2

An overnight cruise to Currency Creek was organised during the October long weekend.

Seven boats with eager crews joined the voyage, including two boats who decided to follow until the entrance to Currency Creek. We departed Clayton Bay shortly after 1pm and with sails soon raised, it didn't take long for us to be under way. 

A moderate south-easterly breeze propelled us along as we enjoyed a couple of refreshing beers. Before long

it was time to scrutinize the location of the entrance to Currency Creek. Many years before, I had saved the location of the two post marking the entrance to Currency Creek into my GPS, that was before the drought. With the same two posts still remaining, although slightly bent, navigation was relatively easy. With keel up and the wind behind us, we sailed through the entrance and into the wide span of water called Currency Creek, and continued down to the jetty. Justin and Nick Steyn had already turned back at this stage.

While organising the cruise destination, I contacted the Alexandrina Council to see if they could cut the grass in preparation for our overnight stay. When we arrived, it was not necessary to cut the grass because it had been chewed and trampled by almost 80 cows who had somehow manipulated the gate and gained access to the boating compound. None the less, we enjoyed an afternoon of exotic snacks and drinks on Sundowner, under the ever watchful eyes of our bovine friends.

As evening approached and the wind died down, Tania lit a conservative fire with the wood we brought with us. As the flames crackled, we enjoyed that magic moment, so heavily rooted in our past, when humans sit around a fire and stare into the flames. We listened to stories and laughed at jokes before eventually climbing into our beds, amidst the gentle rocking of the boat, and mellowed off into a peaceful sleep.

I'm sure I wasn't the only one to hear it. The not so distant yet deep rumbling of thunder, enough to wake me. 

"That wasn't forecast!" I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone and pushed enough buttons to take me to the BOM website. "SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING issued at 5:30am, THERE WILL BE DAMAGE....." the report warned. I climbed out of bed and clambered to look outside. Others already awoken by the sound were up and about. After a short discussion, we all agreed it best to head back to the safety of Clayton Bay. 

Before long we were all away, the sound of our motors echoing across the still waters.

We all arrived back in Clayton Bay and retrieved our boats and waited for the storm. As we left Clayton that night to head back to Adelaide, big drops of rain hit the windscreen - the storm had arrived!