For our long-service leave, my husband and I decided to travel around Tasmania with our camper trailer. We were coming all the way from Albany in Western Australia and drove across the Nullarbor to get there – not exactly a “lap of the map”, but still a big trip. We’d packed our bikes, surfboards and our kelpie, Anzac.
It was all going beautifully until we got to St Helens in Tasmania. We were looking forward to hitting the bike trails and the beach. But what was meant to be a fun day of mountain biking quickly turned into a stressful, late-night rescue when my husband broke his leg on the trail.
