Travel day today and didn't get the chance to get out; Melbourne to Adelaide first thing in the morning, then Adelaide to Port Lincoln late afternoon after working the day out of our Adelaide office. (I'm going to get to know Adelaide Airport pretty well - these were the first and second of four visits in just over a week, the last of them to come as a result of a slightly creative route choice to Geneva). A few minor annoyances at the start of the day - including the automated check-in not coping with the fact that my "connecting flight" was nine hours after the first one (eventually sorted - I didn't really want to haul my bag around Adelaide if I could help it).
You know you're an orienteer when #149: you walk/run/drive past a school and immediately start sizing it up for sprint potential. (The one which caught my eye here was the block that Pulteney Grammar and another primary school are on - our Adelaide office is at the junction of King William and South Terrace - but it might be a bit small and I'm not sure there's a way to link the bits together other than coming out to the main road).
I've joined the Casanova clan for the weekend and part of the accompanying reading material is a book on the 'Deceptive Lands' (country which will be familiar to those who've orienteered around Burra), published in 1968 by the Terowie CWA. Opening this at a random page, my attention was captured by the following account (undated, but other searching suggests late 1890s):
"An attempted demonstration of great interest was that given by Matthew Eyes, the engine driver, when he attempted to prove his worth as a rain-maker. The Government, assisting his project, provided the necessary equipment and Mt Packer, a hill to the north-west of the town, was chosen as a suitable site for the demonstration.
All was in readiness as government officials, newspaper reporters and a large crowd of spectators gathered nearby; land-owners who had ridden over from all directions to witness the event, stood around tightly gripping the reins of their horses. The procedure went as planned until the balloon was half full when something apparently slipped and Whang! - over went the whole contrivance on top of men and horses. Fortunately no-one was injured and a disgusted crowd straggled disappointedly homewards".
(Other accounts of the event I found online suggests the plan was to send explosives up in a balloon; what could possibly go wrong?).