More Mystery of Camping

Time Thief

Sometimes I feel like a time thief. Trapping moments in my little box.
Stealing a 5ooth of a second here, a 10th of a second there. A few decades ago and a few days ago. Which is which?

Gone Surfin'

Friends

Friends and waves. The times we shared in the brine with our friends bubble up from the memory pool decades later. From top to bottom - GG's old Ford wagon on the road to Noosa with the Joe Larkin and a Shane in the back. GG styling across Granite on the Joe Larkin. Other surfers, Mike, Scott and Jeff who we met while camping at the end of Hastings Street, before the southern money and suits closed it down.
Spring 84 or 85