We went to Dwellingup again to drive the Capt Fawcett track again in the wet.
We were expecting the holes to be full of water and we were not disappointed. All the camping spots in the Lane pool Reserve were full but Ray had managed to find us a spot at Marrinup. It was a little cosy but we al managed to squeeze in. Dean arrived late so we all watched and gave "helpful" advise to him for setting up his new camper. We had a great fire that night and some of us drank a little too much. It rained overnight, which was good to keep the dust down on the track and fill the holes with water but I for one was in my swag so it got soaked. Luckily my swag is waterproof so I stayed dry but I will have to hang everything out to dry when I get home.
The next morning we went into Dwellingup to use the facilities and they were hooking up the Hotham Valley steam train for a tour. We stood and watched this while everyone did what they had to do. While we were watching Andrew phoned Ray and let him know he was there and we were going to meet him at Nanga.
We met up with Andrew and he took point with me at the rear with the other 4 cars between us. Heading in I thought the track looked quite dry and thought there would be no water in the holes. How wrong I was? The first hole we came to Andrew decided to take the chicken track to the left. At the point of the chicken track rejoining the proper track he backed off and thr front wheels dug in. He could not go forward or back. We were deciding to get dean in behind and snatch him back went another group came along and one of them had a winch. He came through and winched Andrew out. The rest of us went straight through the bog hole with no problem. We decided to follow the other group and if the going got too tough we could always turn back. Most bog holes were easy enough to do, one we all went around the chicken track cos it was too deep. eventually we got to one where the group in front of us was having trouble. They towed one car through cos the water was too deep and he didn't have a snorkel. We all watched this and it was decided we were NOT going to risk damaging any cars and we turned around to head back.
The trip back was very slow. Effectively we were going the wrong way. There is no wrong way but everyone was going the way we had been. The first group we came across was 37 cars so we had to find a spot and get off the one lane track and let them though. This was the order of the day from here on. Either we or they had to get over. When we finally made it out we had been about 4 hours and done a total of 25km.
Was still a good trip.