Lat night an important Broken Hill Cornerstone tradition was once again upheld by a new group of disciples. We jumped in the bus clutching sausages and bread (and tomato sauce!) and attempted to race the setting sun out to Silverton. As per many years of tradition we managed to finish eating just as the sun set over the dusty grounds of Penrose park. Having consumed many sausages a quick game of soccer/volleyball (quite a feat in near complete darkness) was underatken with relatively few injuries. It is believed that Mawson managed to hit himself in the face with the ball.
Despite the fact it was now almost pitch black we refused to admit defeat and headed out to view the magnificent vista of the Mundi Mundi plains, by moonlight. This was not a rousing success despite Janie and Mawson's spirited descriptions of the vast beauty of the empty plain. We did manage to catch a glimpse of current Pinnacles mining activities!
The highlight of the entire trip would have to be the rousing vocal activity undertaken on the return journey. From Les Miserables to Lion King with detours via Crowded House, Rich Mullins and Zimbabwe we sang our way home - possibly to distract ourselves from Mawson's adventurous driving. The amount of talent in our community at the moment is staggering and it was exhilarating to be with a group of men and women enjoying each other and God's creation.
Tradition is a wonderful thing, but one day I would like to see the sunset!
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