Greens Island Camp spot – somewhere down a lot of rough roads

We followed the signs to our camp spot which was only about 3 kms away from where we had had lunch. It was a massively wooded area, with a mix of state forest and private land. Eventually we came out to a clearing with a football pitch, of all things, on it. A track went around the pitch through the trees, and off this were individual camp sites looking out onto the grassy area.
There was another group of campers there, in their early 20’s, one of whom had a motorised buggy/go-cart. They were taking it in turns to drive it around the track, so every few minutes it would roar past – not very peaceful! Still, we were all youthful once, and goodness knows how much noise pollution Darren has made in the past, and we figured they would stop eventually. They did; some to have a game of golf on the green (a ball nearly hit the caravan, much to Darren’s annoyance, so when they came looking he didn’t tell them where it was!), and some to fire tennis balls into the forest with a home-made rocket launcher! I thought it was quite funny, except when I was trying to snooze and a loud ‘BOOM!’ would suddenly wake me up.

When they had settled down to cook food etc in the evening it was wonderfully quiet and peaceful. This was one of the 1st places we had been that allowed barbeques, and there were concrete bbqs at each camp spot, and wood piled up. A log fire is such a treat, as everywhere we have been since Adelaide had a fire ban. The other campers told us the council for the area were one of the few that allowed them. Strange as this was one of the most forested areas we had been in.
We were not on an island per se, however we were in a bend in the Donnelley River that almost went back on itself creating the illusion of an island. We were in the middle of a tall forest, and the sound of the wind in the trees made for a peaceful evening.