Mel eases his tow truck driver closer to my moribund Hyundai rental car, assessing its plight with the help of his headlights.
It's the wee hours of Saturday morning on a rough bit of fire trail beside a now abandoned city dump. A full moon on a still, cloudless night had inspired me to hike to a favourite lookout in the Blue Mountains. Maybe it was the the virile sense of accomplishment of a two and half hour hike but driving back I dared to forge straight through the small lake I had cautiously skirted on the way in. Three days after flooding in this part of Australia made headline news, my front bumper was jammed into the upper ridge of a watery trench, my tires helplessly spinning and squealing like panicked pigs.