Last week we went camping for three nights at a nearby National Park with some friends and their granddaughter (a new friend) Coming home we felt very relaxed and refreshed – must be the lack of technology and the abundance of the great outdoors I think!
As we set this up, Dad thought we’d be ‘the laughing camp of the stockade!’ I reckon that though that might have been true, we were at least the coolest camp of the stockade, with so much shade! From l-r: girls’ tent (hosting three of us), Mum and Dad’s tent, friends’ tent, dining room and kitchen, and in the foreground you can see the boys’ green tent.
The first day we took an 8-k round trip, which showed some spectacular views. We decided that, instead of rushing breakfast and taking the walk in the cool of the morning, like a lot of people do, we would enjoy our breakfast and endure the heat. Being in July, our winter, it wasn’t actually too bad. We took the walks at our own pace, talking continuously and snapping photos at whatever took our fancy. Gotta love camping!
The second day we went on a four-kilometer round walk, and its view was just breathtaking, at any view you looked at. The photos don’t really do it justice.
On the third day one of our friends took us kids on a short walk to see some aboriginal rock artwork. We only saw a few pieces of artwork, but what we saw was very clear and distinctive. And the sunset – ! To see the rocks so red was worth it in itself.
Oh, and I plucked up the courage to eat the end of a green ant. Yes, I mean a real ant – you can eat the end of their bodies; it tastes like very strong lemon juice. You should try it sometime.
Photo credit goes to Dad and myself (can I say that?!)