Bogged with Andrew

In the years after leaving Immanuel, Andrew was a constant friend and source of endless fun and entertainment.
Many of the highlights of those years involved trips away with him, whether that was the annual houseboat extravaganza (including the year we first used the pirate swords) or the biennial Easter camp at Ned's Corner / Horseshoe Bend near Mildura. In 1988, Andrew and I set off as the advance party on the Wednesday, stopping at my parents' farm near Angaston for dinner. We drove on that evening, turning off of the highway towards the river after a thunderstorm had just gone through. The normally dry and sandy track was quite slippery, and we were eventually confronted by an impassable lake that had just formed! Realising that we were not going to get to the campsite that night, we turned back, only to become hopelessly bogged. After all attempts to get out had failed, we resigned ourselves to sleeping the night in the front seat of Andrew's packed station-wagon.
Thankfully, by morning the lake had soaked away and we drove easily out of our spot and were able to set up the various tents we had brought with. That was typical of Andrew - helping to make the weekend easier and more fun for all who arrived later.
Not saying that he was a bad driver, but he also bogged his car on the way to my 50th at Lyndoch, and arrived quite late after walking a few km to the venue - Gomersal Wines. Apparently his GPS had sent him up the wrong road...
My friends from school have been a huge part of my life, and Andrew was the 'glue' that held us together. Despite not seeing as much of him in recent years, I'll still miss him terribly, but the wonderful memories will remain.
Thanks, mate!