Trip Leaders: Judith Brinkley & Bridget McPherson
Participants: Martin and Karen Archer, Lockie and Alexis, Glenn Bignell, Rob and Julie Nankiville, Bridget and Bob McPherson, Bruce and Judith Brinkley .
Friday night: Glenn’s lost…. headlights seen, up and back, up and back on road parallel to camp road.
Saturday: Knowing that the small group, except for Bruce and myself were being looked after by co trip leader Bridget (and Bob) and already set up in sunshine on Friday, Bruce’s question from the warmth of home on Saturday morning in the pelting rain…Can a trip leader stay in a warm bed and run a trip by email.?
This site has the advantage of direct bitumen almost all the way, or 2 or 3 alternatives routes through the countryside..and yes Wild flowers out en masse. Lots more to suss out in the area. We basically did nothing!! It was a gentle weekend with friends.
The group had arrived various times and routes to Congelin camp ground.. A very spacious well maintained flat area that although the brochure says the van section has spaces for only 8 van sites, there were at least 15 parked up and spread out very comfortably.
Loads of firewood on hand . Clean odourless toilet. No FLIES. NO MIDGES. NO TICKS.
Rain and strong winds were merely an inconvenience.
Martin…..thinking outside his box, um caravan, had brought the Club’s gazebo.
Biggest decision for Saturday was where to site the gazebo..beside the concrete fire pit, upwind? downwind? over the top keep the rain off?
Next big decision..
Gazebo sides..this way to the wind? Around the tree? That way to the wind?
No matter which way it still smoked us out.
Saturday simply a day chatting with friends. Chairs out from cover when the sun shone..back under when it rained.
Julie had brought some wooden puzzles and games to keep us from being totally brain dead…which then followed to sleight of hand and magical tricks.
The Snow Peak fire pit came out to rival the concrete one ..well sort of….
Intents to order are increasing… Up to three now. No. We don’t get a commission just cheaper freight for all.
Sunday 10:30: Checked out Boyagin Rock.
Who said there’s no camping there? Contrary to signage there were a dozen tents and couple of vans and dogs….AND FLIES..! MANY FLIES!
Scaled the rock until the next dark clouds loomed.
A little 4WDing when we drove out the back way circling the rock and then returned towards our camp.
Found another large free campsite at the new Pumphreys Bridge…adjacent to a CWA hall or similar with two sets of flushing toilets, an oval, unlocked tennis courts, kids climbing frame and loads of spots to set up. Old bridge could be seen collapsed further downstream. Man fishing enjoying the fact that he didn’t have to remove smelly fish off his hook.
Back to camp.
Glenn kept us supplied with goodies…. a successful sultana cake and a scrumptious loaf of bread that he said could have been better if it had been proved under a different brand bonnet.
Monday we left as we came… at varying times and routes.
This site has the advantage of direct bitumen almost all the way, or 2 or 3 alternatives routes through the countryside..and yes Wild flowers out en masse.
Lots more to suss out in the area.
We basically did nothing!!
It was a gentle weekend with friends.