Memories From Down UnderChapter 3
Wednesday, January 6, 1988 Mark and I met the girls at their campsite before we hiked over to the mountain biking area. The line wasn’t too long. We finished our 40-minute ride through the bush around 10:30 in the morning. We passed the fork off the Adventure Trail. “You up for some privacy and fun?” I asked, trying sound seductive as I begged for another chance to get laid. “I like the idea of finding somewhere private for fun but the mosquitoes ate me alive yesterday,” Tess...