So after a busy week at work, there is nothing better than racing home, packing the car and heading bush, so Friday arvo, that is exactly what Mark, Zac, Matthew and I did.
Got home just after 4pm, and I hadn’t packed a thing, so it was a bit of a mad rush to get everything out and into or onto the car. Thursday night’s pub night had been converted into a fit new bash plates to Craig’s car night… I wasn’t having a repeat of last time… Mark James and I spent hours crawling under my car to bolt plates of steel as underside armor.
Big thanks to Mark and James, as there was no way I could have done them myself. Like everything Nissan, they didn’t quite fit right, but nothing that an angle grinder and a hammer wouldn’t fix! Going to take more than a few rocks to damage the car now!!!
Anyway, I digress…
So Friday arvo was a mad rush, I had to put the roof rack on the car, throw the fridge, swags, food etc into the car and get moving. We didn’t do too bad, I was around at the Waldron’s at 5:30pm, and we managed to farewell the girls and get on the road by 6pm. A short stop for some tasty KFC in Lilydale and we headed bush.
This time, we were heading towards Jamieson, so we drove to Eildon, then picked the the Eildon-Jameson road… not one I recommend driving in the dark with enough twists and turns to rival the great ocean road!!! Was slow going as the right hand tight turns were pretty blind in the dark with the lights facing forward, at least I got to use my spot lights!
We made camp about 8:30pm down by the Big River, and managed to find a good site reasonably secluded from everyone else… in fact we didn’t even know we had neighbors until we explored further in the morning.
Was very dark with no moon at the moment, so the first thing to do was get a roaring fire going, then we setup the fours swags in a line and settled in for the night.
Not much more to report that night, except that Zac discovered why we kept telling the boys to be careful with poking sticks in the fire… it is a boy thing, and there is no stopping little boys, so it wasn’t long before Zac had burnt himself… lucky we had some burn gel in the first aid kit that was able to take the sting away.
The boys hit the swags about 11pm, and Mark and I settled around the fire to make up for a distracted pub night… I’m sure you could guess how, and let’s just say we slept like a baby that night!!!!
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