That last night by the lake had not been great; it had been so windy I slept very little, always adding interest to my temper, and to a morning of putting down the caravan and trying to get it down before the bees got up.
Today we were making our way to another of the ‘free’ spots Darren’s fishing shop friend had showed him. This, some 300 Kms away. Not a great deal happened on this trip. I remember the day was very hot, and when we stopped for lunch there was an information board about the pioneers of the area, and also a map, which we compared to Darren’s drawn one. They looked pretty similar so we faithfully followed it.
You never really know what to expect when you are bumping down an unsealed road to the next camp spot. Will there be loads of people? - we generally have a bet on that. Will it have a good view? Will there be shade? Will it be near the sea? Darren – will there be somewhere I can fish? Victoria – what will the facilities be like, will there be any?...etc etc.
We drove down the 10 Kms of unsealed road and into some trees, the road would past some fishing shacks, where the professional fishermen come to do their fishing during the season, and then we were out onto a wooded point that pushed out into a wide river that ran to the sea. There were 3 or 4 caravans (even 1 or 2 is quite a few in our experience) and few other campers, but there was room for all. We found a shady spot under some trees right by the water’s edge, which looked back up to the curve of the river as it rounded the bend flowing towards us. This was West, so sunsets were spectacular.
Love it when a plan comes together.
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