Just after lunch my phone rang, and Nagesh hit me with “Err yeah it’s raining and my tarp hasn’t come in the post yet… Let’s just do it on Wednesday night instead” Continue reading
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Camping
Appetite
Rummaging through the shed in my parent’s backyard looking for a gas bottle I thought we owned, I had to accept that no matter how many times I looked, it just wasn’t there. Similar to the fridge paradox in which you think something new might appear next time you open the doors, there comes a point when we accept our fate. Continue reading
“You Should Fix Your Sleeping Mat”
He is always right about that damn sleeping mat. Continue reading
Advice
Got a message today from a friend that said “I followed your advice, took my dad camping…” Continue reading
Father & Son
When I told Dad that we should go for a walk along the tide pools I thought it was weird that he was wearing jeans and not shorts. But as they say, respect your elders, so I let him be. Well really I asked him why he wasn’t wearing shorts at least 3 times but gave up after that.
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Celsius
This week was so good. On the way back from Victoria Dad and I went camping in the Ben Boyd National Park at Saltwater Creek. Here are a few quick photos from the trip.
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It Doesn’t Have to be Fun to be Fun
4:14 AM and my phone buzzed, “If the weather is shit when you get there don’t risk it!”
…Thanks to M for the love and support but they say fortune favours the brave.
First photo of the trip, I’d picked J, J and T up, and hit the road before this was taken.
Even at 9:30 AM when the woman at Merimbula National Parks and Wildlife Office told me that they weren’t even going to bother opening any roads for the next 48 hours because there was so much rainfall predicted, we went for it anyway. We found a road that wasn’t closed, planned a different route and got cracking, thinking that in four days there would have to be at least a few minutes of sunshine. We were kinda right.
Beach caves.
J the action model.
“Is this edible?”
Tradition, throw wood off a cliff whenever you’re at the coast, we’ve done this since we first got our own cars and started coming down here.
Fresh meet Salty, Salty meet Fresh.
Nadgee is one of my favourite places to go and just disconnect for a few days, catching fish and hanging out by the campfire are just bonuses. Jack took photos when I wasn’t bothered, or wanted to be in one.
The view.
The swell was running through the river mouth, normally you can wade through here and you won’t get your knees wet. I’ve never seen it like this.
Nature is your bathroom.
Normally the water’s edge is at the sand here, it was all submerged this time.
J the Fire Lord, he’s always in charge of the blaze.
The swell was also the biggest I’d ever seen it here, the waves were spraying everywhere as they smashed against the cliffs.
J and I looking for a bite to eat.
The Heavens!
“I’ve never been to Nadgee and not caught a fish.”
Straight to the kitchen with his spoils.
Prep, sometimes when we come here we catch too many fish to bother with and just let them free, this time there was a single flathead.
J drying off, those UC socks have been everywhere.
On the third day we just gave in and came home early, probably because these were waiting for us back at the car.
Thankful that it wasn’t hell, but just high water, we had all had a good trip. Eating as much as possible and loving every second that we had no phone reception. All of these photos were taken with the Canon 550D and link through to flickr.
