It was time to leave and drive to Deniliquin. We arrived in Deniliquin in under an hour but as soon as we reached the town centre the traffic stopped. It was an interesting drive as we had the CB radio on listening to what was going on up ahead. Well where do I start. Single people were trying hook up over the radio while other people were getting angry at each other asking questions about the traffic. Once the language started to get abit interesting we turned it off.
By the time we travelled the 5-10 klms from the town to the Deni Ute Muster and found the family camping area, 3 hours had passed. They had opened up the camping area a day earlier than normal to help with the traffic but it made no different as thousands and thousands of people were trying to arrive.
All the dirt roads within the site were muddy. We finally arrived at the family area and we tried to drive across the grass which looked dry to find a spot and we got bogged within about 10 metres. People were getting bogged everywhere and they had lots of tractors pulling people out. We got pulled out and towed to a nice wet spot.
Over the next 2 days we had a great time watching cars getting bogged and towed out. The ute muster had a great atmosphere and everyone just wanted to have a great time even though it was wet and muddy.
The mud was like nothing we had seen before and as it got busier the ground just got worse.
That night we walked thru the ute paddock to see all the different set ups. Some people had gone to great effort with their sites. Michael was told by some young people to get back to the family area as he was drinking a can of Fosters. We could only take cans and we couldn't find Corona in a can.
On Friday morning we all got dressed and put our gumboots on to head into the arena to watch the barrell racing. We got about 50 metres from the caravan and I managed to fall over in the mud. Besides being covered in mud it was very funny and Michael couldn't help getting a photo.
It was so muddy that utes trying to compete in the events got bogged. Mud was being sprayed everywhere.
Michael and Mitch went on a Monster Truck ride and got covered in mud but loved every minute of it.
Cooper went in the Novice Whip Cracking Competition which he had to crack the whip for 1 minute. Michael and I were really proud of him as hundreds of people were watching and he competed against not only boys but men and the Australian champion. He did really well and even though he only learnt to crack the whip in Darwin when we bought it, he didn't come last.
We watched the rodeo until it started to rain so we stood under the grand strand and waited for the rain to pass.
That night we went back to the main stage to watch John Williamson play. He was great and the kids really enjoyed it as we have been listening to him in the car.
I took Cooper back to the caravan as he wasn't feeling well and left Michael and Mitch to listen to the end of John Williamson. They were dancing around in the mud and when the song stopped Mitch turned to Michael and said "Dad that was really gay". Michael couldn't stop laughing.
When they arrived back at the caravan we had a fire and listened to Keith Urban in the distance. It had been another exciting day.
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