Despite the best efforts of Gyps we made it to the other side of the city in one piece. We were near Malmsbury when we decided we needed food so we detoured in the hunt for a bakery. The one we chose was lovely looking and we ordered sausage rolls and desserts for the kids and I and pies for the Man of the Car. They were nice but not worth the high price we were charged. The cuppas we ordered were really good so that made us feel slightly less ripped off. Either way, tummies full, we continued our journey.
Once we started moving I reset Gyps to see if she would get it together and take us on a more direct route. She still had no idea. As we went along there was still evidence of the floods that have been through that area recently and there was lots of greenery showing one of the positives of so much water. Every now and then we drove through thin clouds of locusts too and the kids thought the noise of them cracking onto the windscreen was hilarious.
On our arrival we set up our camp to one side of the large cleared area near a stagnant billabong. Sounds gross I know but it was a still day and it was like a sheet of black glass reflecting the trees and looked just wonderful. It was full of mozzies which were annoying but we slept each night listening to the multitude of frogs just outside and that was worth all the bites.
On Saturday night we all congregated around the fire for a yack and a fundraising raffle as is tradition. As our kids are the only ones there they get to start off the drawing of the tickets. The kids always have a look at the prize table before the start and rate the goods so they know what to look out for should they be lucky enough to win. The prizes are always things like a block of chocolate, a plant or some books and there are always a few bigger things that are what everyone really wants to win, like a new gold pick or a shovel. There are always plenty of tickets and after people have won once they tend to pass any other time their numbers are called out so the prizes are always well shared out. The kids always want the plant or the choc and this time missed out on the Toblerone (that was grabbed on the first draw) but were lucky enough to win the plant before it was claimed by anyone else. The only problem with this is that each trip I have to go all the way home with a pot plant taking up all the space in the foot well.
On Sunday we woke up to find that we hadn’t replenished the coffee in the camper. Not really a problem for a tea drinker like me but the man of the house was completely unimpressed with what was on offer. He suffered through a cup of tea in order to top up his dangerously low caffeine levels and number 2 son and I went for an early morning stroll to see if we could spot anything interesting.
Out this way there are usually heaps of Orb Weaving spiders in the trees and in the morning you get to see them out in their webs instead of hiding off to one side. It can be quite intimidating when you look up and find that every tree surrounding you has webs stretched between them and a large spider just waiting in the middle for breakfast to arrive. We found lots of them and even turned back because they were stretched across the track at head level. Ick. Once back at the camp number 1 son pointed out that there was a web right near us shining in the sun. It was beautiful and just far enough from us to keep me happy!
It wasn’t long before the lack of coffee got to the man and we all jumped in the 4wd for the short run to the shops to get some. On our return it was back on with the jug and once he had a coffee he was much more normal and trundled off with the detector and the pick for a while in the hopes of finding something interesting. The kids and I stayed back at the camp as the boys had some Star Wars coloring books that needed attending to and my Kindle was feeling lonely. After an hour or so he returned without treasure, poured himself a drink and promptly fell asleep in his chair. That was how the rest of the day was spent really. Reading, coloring and snoring.
We kept the radio on too, listening to the news reports of the terrible things that have happened in Japan. We were camping out in luxury and it was hard to imagine the things that they were going through, to think of all the people that are sleeping out in their destroyed streets and lucky to be alive while the worst thing that happened to us was that we had forgotten the coffee. The planet is a fickle place. Not too long ago our camp would have been underwater and the nearby town filled with sandbags and worried people.
Tomorrows post will be Wedderburn part 2….