Canberra to Sydney promised to be the shortest driving day for me and I was looking forward to starting late, moving slow, visiting my favourite hippy and finishing off with more baseball. I did start late and visit my favourite hippy, but did not get to go slow and as it turned out, there was no baseball either. As a result of spending rather too much time with my hippy, I had to skip the following things that I’m probably going to go back and visit because missing them made me so, so sad. Continue reading
The first thing I recommend doing upon arriving in Canberra is tweeting “Canberra, I am in you” or some variation thereof. The various Canberran attractions are very keen to entice you in their direction.
So after a morning spent roaming the Keepsakes exhibition and admiring the war propaganda posters (esp. Lindsay’s Quick!) I ventured off to meet Teri (whose entire family are Cavalry-involved in some form or another) and see Game 1 of Brisbane Bandits @ Canberra Cavalry. Continue reading
Australia had a raft of gold rushes in 1851 and then throughout the rest of the early 1850s. As I understand it, gold had been discovered earlier in the colony’s history, but kept hush-hush. When that policy changed, we got gold rushes. Crazy, mad, wonderful, awful gold rushes. In a lot of ways, my romantic sense of Outback Australia is shaped just as surely by the greed, desperation, poverty, thirst, ingenuity and humanity of the gold rushes* as it is by the rhythms of Banjo Paterson.**
I was super-excited to head out to Melbourne Ballpark and see a game.
I was not super-excited to navigate my way through the inner suburbs of Melbourne to find Ms L’s place, but surprisingly managed to pull it off. It was after this trip that I finally gave in to Google’s intrusive need to know everything about my life in order to have a voice telling me where to go, rather than having to pull over and consult the map.
I was expecting this to be the toughest drive of the trip. If I made it to the Saturday afternoon game in Adelaide, it would be 3 or 4 hours after that game on the road and then an incredibly early start and another 5 or 6 hours on the road straight to the ballpark.
It. Was. Hot. In Adelaide.
The box score says it was 42 degrees at first pitch, but I know the RealFeel had it under-40. My potential co-attendees did a lap of the garden while getting the laundry in during the late-afternoon to decide if they could handle the heat and came in with the verdict of ‘madness’. And so I wandered off to the baseball on my lonesome, as is so often my wont.
I actually loved Coopers Stadium/Norwood Oval. It looks a little homemade, with the foul poles tied to the edge of the stadium seating and the shade-structures-for-dugouts, but it definitely has its own brand of charm. And the crowd really were fantastic. Supportive and cheerful and friendly and loud. The night I went, we had a lot of Cyndi Lauper over the PA. And people actually did the BA-BA-BA for ‘Sweet Caroline’, but I was all on my own for ‘SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!’
The roadtrip began, as any good roadtrip does, with a bit of a farewell tour of my home ground. Even if I were planning to come back directly to Perth from Brisbane, the season would be over before I could made it back into town. Thus – Melbourne Aces at Perth Heat counts as Roadtrip Game #1, regardless of the fact that I only ‘roadtripped’ 15 minutes to the stadium. Continue reading