Full Moon Farewell

JoJo, who has worked at Mornington Station for the last five years, left today for new adventures elsewhere. So, last night, most everyone headed to Sir John Gorge for a farewell party.

The idea was to take in the sunset before the full moon rose an hour later. The sunset held its part of the bargain, extra-fiery with smoke and glow of a large prescribed burn to the south. But, as darkness fell, rain began to sputter. The moon stayed hidden. (The night before, I rode my bike by moonlight without a torch, er, headlamp, and cast a sharp shadow.)

Rain or shine, though, Swanie had made a pot of dhal (Indian lentils), and we ate while sitting on the warm sandstone, actually glad for the rain. It’s been one of the driest wet seasons on record; this place needs it! JoJo, though, will be missed.