Hot Spot

Yesterday in 43 degree heat, our aircon and thermostat broke down as we were driving home from Mount Barker and we had to call the RAA.

We rolled down to a tiny bit of shade where the few straggly gum trees were closer to the the road. We got out and stood in the shade, on a dirt slope which was home to ants and stones and curled up crisps of bark. We had nothing to drink.

We sat down on the concrete edge of the road next to the car. It was hot enough to burn your bottom. Our clothes were damp with sweat, flapping them didn't help. Ants crawled over our feet. The heat was overwhelming. We felt regretful of all the things that had led us to this spot.

The RAA man arrived after half an hour of this. Can't see anything wrong with it, he said.

We got going again and the car overheated almost at once. We made it to Stirling and bought ourselves a drink of water. The best 78 cents we ever spent. It was nearly all down hill to home from there.