This morning I'm flying 1800kms, then driving 450km to have lunch with a friend.
(At least, I hope there'll be lunch.)
Then, just for kicks, I checked if I had enough frequent flyer points to get there. I did.
The idea wouldn't leave me alone. An adventure is just what I need after a big year of dealing with ordinary health.
Bearhands was onboard immediately. He thinks the idea of flying into Mt Isa in November is hilarious. He immediately googled the an old joke that did the rounds on email years ago - the Diary of a Pom in Mt Isa*. I suspect he's hoping I have a similar experience so he laugh just as hard when I arrive home with my tale of woe.
So I booked the ticket and rented a car before he had a chance to stop laughing and change his mind.
The flight to Mt Isa is just an hour and forty. All going well, the drive to Barkly Homestead will take around four and a half hours.
(I say all going well, because I have been up late at night reminding myself to find out where the jack and spare tire are before I drive away.) It wouldn't matter so much if it were just me, but since I booked, I've acquired a precious cargo - the guest speakers! So it's imperative that we get there.
So please keep your fingers crossed for us and our epic road trip today. If curiosity gets the better of you're wondering how we're faring, you can follow along on instagram. I have no doubt Mrs Woog will insta me changing the tyre if it comes to that!
* remember before Facebook when your email inbox was filled with jokes?
(Bearhands still doesn't have bookface!)