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Btw, what coffee for what??
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> On 31 Mar 2016, at 3:19 PM, Karen Woolsey <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
> Hi Glamy,
> Coffee was $58.40.
> I'll bring it tomorrow.
> Loves ya.
> Kazza Magazza
Friday, 23 November 2012
We had lined up to go and meet one of Glenn’s mates from work, Matt. Matt had grown up in Swan Hill and now has a ‘hobby’ farm there on the Murray. We did the 150km backtrack to Swan Hill and rolled up to the farm.
His place is a beautiful property on the NSW side, with river frontage and a few acres to play with. There are a number of sheds and caravans set up, and some lovely grass to camp on. After catching up with Matt, his wife Katie and son Cooper, we set up the camper in amongst the trees and kicked back in front of the fire.
|Matt and Katie's farm|
|What a fireplace set up!|
We then had a few drinks, and cranked up the BBQ. Matt and Katie had been to a lot of the places that we’d been to, so it was fantastic to share travelling stories. We also met Matt’s mum, who had travelled extensively with Matt when he was a young kid. Some of the places they went to back in the day would have been pretty remote, so it was very interesting to hear the stories.
The next morning, Matt showed us around his place, including the old trucks he was slowly doing up. One International Semi was as old as Matt, which looked like it had weathered quite well and looked in great nick, perhaps even a little better nick than Matt himself! J
|An old beauty|
|Cruising around the farm|
|Enjoying the Murray River|
He also showed us around the paddocks and an old pumping station on the property next door. There was definitely some history there. It was easy to see how Matt and Katie could spend a lot of time up here and how the list of jobs could just keep growing. Lots of fun though.
|The fireplace inside the old pumping station|
|Someone's table and chair|
|Not much left now|
|Sunset on the pumping station and the Murray|
The next day, after lunch, Matt and Katie had to go back home. We tried very hard to convince them to stay and that work wouldn’t mind. All our efforts were in vein and they did the pack up. Given we were not in that big a hurry, we had asked if we could stay on another night. It was a bit weird having Matt and Katie pack up and drive off, leaving their little piece of paradise whilst we stayed there, but.....we got over it.
Around the fire that night, we discussed our next move. We were in the chute towards home, but had to manage the landing carefully, so as to not totally crash and burn. We had planned to go back along the Murray around Echuca and sit for quite a few days, just bush camping, watching the river go by, and steal ourselves for home-life. This was still the plan, but we figured we had an extra day. After a few SMS’s we negotiated an extra days stay on the farm - how lucky! After all, this was one of the best ‘caravan parks’ we’d been in. Had the place to ourselves, had water, a bathroom and Matts wood to burn. Sensational really. J
The next morning, Glenn was straight up and into setting up
the sprinklers. Matt had available water
and was trying to keep the grass and trees growing, especially given how dry it
was. This was an important job for the
|Our dream woodpile|
|Damper on the go|
After breakfast, we drove back into Swan Hill for a few jobs, like our final shop for supplies. Before any of that though, we followed Matt’s tip and went to a local cafe for coffee and brunch. ‘Spoons’ looks out over the Murray from an outside deck, with an old historic paddle steamer on display beside it. It was a beautiful morning and sitting in the sun we had a scrumptious meal as well as two coffees. What an enjoyable morning!! We were also into soaking every last minute in by this stage, making sure we appreciated every element, knowing that it was coming to an end soon. What a way to spend a Monday morning.
We went and did our shopping, which was pretty relaxed this time. No great rush and no huge buy up, thinking about how were we going to fit it all into the car. We took our goods, and drove back to our... er, no, to Matt’s farm.
Glenn was straight back on sprinkler duty. There is something about sprinklers which is
surprisingly relaxing. Our last
sprinkler interaction was way back in Mataranka Hot Springs. We’d been on the go pretty hard up to that
point in the trip, (doing Cape York etc), and getting into the swing of
travelling, (not to mention having the kids work us over). We were camped in the National Park, where
some sprinklers came on around 1.30pm every day. After a while, Glenn realised that he’d been
sitting there for over half an hour watching the sprinkler go around and around!!!! What a way to relax! J
|Relaxing and blogging on the farm|
This wasn’t quite as relaxing, after all, there was thinking to do. Is that sprinkler ok, has that part of the grass had enough, is the ground flooded there, where should the sprinkler go next. All important questions. Now that is the kind of ‘work’ that is enjoyable.
We got to Echuca around lunchtime. We had been booked into a caravan park just over the Murray in Moama. We paid up and found our site. We conducted our usual ‘site nesting’ routine of walking around, looking left, right and up, pointing here and there, walking around in circles again, having a discussion, and finally resolving the plan for the setup. Lots of things need to be considered, the sun (primarily), the wind, privacy, awning or no awning. Even though we’ve had a lot of practice, and are pretty good at it all by now, it can still take forever sometimes to work out.
We parked the camper in its spot, made up some lunch, and then set up the camper, again. It would be good to know how many times we’d set up and pulled down the camper this trip. We will have to try to work that out one day.
The girls squeezed in some playing before we did other jobs and then thought about dinner. We decided on having a slack night with fish and chips. We ordered and had to go back into Echuca to pick it up. We all piled into the car and 2 minutes down the road hit a traffic jam. Errr, really, does ‘peak hour’ really exist in Echuca-Moama???? Seemed a bit weird. We ended up hearing that it was an accident on the bridge and some people had been stuck there for 40 minutes.
Luckily it wasn’t that long for us and we got to our dinner before it went cold. We ate out the front of the shop to let the traffic die down. Wasn’t too bad a dinner, and best of all, no washing up!!!
The next day, we let the kids do a heap of playing to get their ‘wiggly woos’ out, they deserved it after all that travelling. Glenn parents were due that afternoon, so we hung around camp to meet them.
The girls were SO excited to see Gran and Poppie. There was lots of jumping around and cheers when they turned up. The girls had such a good time with everyone in Alice Springs, so it felt like a mini reunion for them. We sat around catching up, having dinner together and reliving memories of Ray.
The next day was funeral day. Karen and Andy arrived mid morning, bringing us some vital funeral clothes they had collected from our house. Camp clothes would not have been appropriate we felt. A quick spruce up and all of a sudden we transformed from camping travellers to high class, refined gentry. It was very strange to be all dressed up.
We drove out to Lockington, Ray’s home town and met with Jenelle and Brett. The family was together for this very important occasion, not 5only for ourselves, and to support Dad, but also obviously to support Ray’s family.
It was a very nice funeral and wake, with lots of chats, catch ups, and lots of memories. RIP Ray.
That night, Jenelle and Brett had to head off, but Mum, Dad, Karen, Andy and all of us went to the Moama RSL. The food was fantastic, and cheap. Love meals like that. It was good to continue the catch ups and chats and we were definitely proud to be well represented at the funeral.
The next morning, Mum and Dad headed off, whilst Karen, Andy and ourselves checked out Echuca a little. After a coffee and delicious muffin, we walked along the river and checked out a few of the paddle steamers. Whilst we were there, we had a look over one of the luxury house boats. This was something that we’d thought of doing for ages, and seeing how impressive they were, we agreed to put it on our holiday to-do list as soon as we could!!!!!!
|Morning tea in Echuca|
|Our next holiday|
|Auntie Karen with the girls|
Karen and Andy finally headed back to Melbourne, and we packed the kids back into the car and continued the last leg of our trip.
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
From Arkaroola, we backtracked along the same dirt road to Copley and Leigh Creek, with a quick lunch stop in Copley. We rolled down beside the Flinders Ranges, enjoying the spectacular view for another time. Although it was only slightly out of our way, we decided to return to Warren Gorge, not really feeling like doing an overnight stop in a caravan park.
Driving back into Warren was full justification. It was very familiar this time and just as beautiful. We slipped straight back into our old spot and it felt like putting on an old glove. After dinner, we decided to go for a walk along the gorge wall. As we walked along, Amy ‘eagle eye’ started spotting some yellow footed rock wallabies. These are pretty rare in general, but they obviously called this area their home. After our 20 minute walk, Amy had pointed out more than half a dozen of them. Very lucky to see! Warren Gorge had definitely developed into one of our favourite little pockets of the country.
From Warren Gorge, we drove through the central countryside of South Australia. The little towns seem to have such character and vibe. We wondered if it would feel like that if you were to live there. We made for Morgan, a little town on the Murray River we’d stayed at previously. A promised icypole at the kiosk was devoured by the kids (and us of course), before heading to the ferry. The kids really enjoyed driving on the ferry and being taken across the Murray.
|Off we go - Morgan Ferry!|
Just over the river is a reserve with bush camping. We found a spot with the river at our back door. We even managed to squeeze in a quick swim. The girls couldn’t have enjoyed it more!!! This was the first of many stops to come along the Murray, bit of a river theme in our final weeks.
|A great bush camp in Morgan - and we even had a swim|
From Morgan, we finalised the crossing of South Australia and finally hit the Victorian border. This was significant and we shuddered a little as we entered our home state. It was made even worse when we arrived in Mildura. We turned onto the ‘Calder Hwy’ (a road that goes straight into Melbourne) and saw signs telling us how far Melbourne was. It all got a bit much and felt we needed some counselling. We realised though that not too many people would sympathise, understandably.
We stayed the night in another little favourite spot of our ‘backyard’, Hattah National Park. The countryside looked fantastic and we enjoyed a look around, dinner and a good sleep.
|Hattah National Park - a great overnight spot|
We had found out that the funeral was on Thursday, but decided to do the final push and arrive on the Tuesday night. This would push the girls a little more, travelling so many days in a row and such long distances, but we figured we’d then have a full day on Wednesday to relax, do a few jobs and get ourselves ready.
We piled the girls into Slim one more time, with promises of playgrounds and jumping pillows and drove off to Echuca. The surroundings were all starting to feel a little familiar by now..... hmmm.. guess that had to happen eventually.
We shoe-horned ourselves out of the Aroona Valley to head north into the Gammon Ranges. We’d decided to go and visit Arkaroola, a privately owned wilderness sanctuary at the edge of the Gammon Ranges National Park. There was a lot we wanted to explore around the whole area, but we had to prioritize.
On our way out to the highway, we took the drive out through Brachina Gorge. This drive failed to detract from the rest of the Flinders, being equally as magnificent. You end up driving through the rocky, rough gorge, following a deep creek bed which had obviously been responsible for carving out the gorge walls we were seeing. It was disappointing to finally exit the gorge, but we made sure we kept looking in the rear view mirror to see the stretching ranges.
From there, we turned north up to Leigh Creek, a mining town built to service the nearby coal mines. It is quite a nice place, with a few good facilities. We decided to do a quick laundry wash (at $5.40 a load!) and ducked into the local supermarket for some top up supplies. A bite to eat, a take away coffee, and we were out of there.
The dirt road from Leigh Creek to Arkaroola is in fairly good nick, so it was a reasonably easy drive out there, although it did take a while. The view along the way of course made the trip a little easier. This region shows stark evidence of being a hop step and a jump from the deserts further north. Just up the road from here is the start of the Strzelecki Track, the Birdsville Track and the Oodnadatta track. It took a lot of self control not to keep going north and play in some of these favourite areas.
The dry and rocky surrounds continued all the way into Arkaroola. We had a lot to explore here! We had heard of a tag-a-long tour that you could do here along some of the surrounding country, travelling along some impressive ridge tops. When we booked in we were enquiring about this tour. It took us a little while to figure out that it actually not a tag-a-long, but a guided, driven trip. It was also unfortunately very expensive AND quite long AND the kids could not be in their seatbelts. It all conspired against us, and we definitely weren’t willing to try to keep the girls entertained for 4ish hours during the trek. Wasn’t to be.
|A great sunset surrounds the camp ground|
We found a spot in the campground, set up, and after a beer or two, got dinner on the go. There were a heap of other self guided drives and walks we could do, so a bit of research determined our plan for the next day. We decided to tick off one of the items that night, to go and see the sunset at the Pinnicles. After dinner, we took the 4km drive up the rocky track, and set ourselves up to enjoy the changing colours. It was definitely worth the effort.
|Two gorgeous girls and one gorgeous view (& no, that's not all Jess's hair. There is a grass plant behind her!)|
Over the last couple of months, Glenn had been keeping in contact with his parents about the health of a very close family friend, ‘Uncle’ Ray. Uncle Ray was one of those honorary uncles you have as kids, but was extremely close to our family. Ray lived near Echuca, and as kids, we spent a LOT of time water skiing on the Murray River, with Ray and his family. Ray also considered us his second family and was involved in many celebrations over the years. He was also a huge larrikin, with many examples of him taking the mickey and causing general havic. He had iconic status in the family and Glenn’s Dad also considered Ray to be one of his best mates.
Ray had not been too well for a long time and over the last couple of weeks, he had gone downhill. Glenn had spoken to his Dad the day before to get an update, but decided to call again today to check in. Unfortunately the news was finally bad, and sad. He had passed away.
After a quick, but pretty easy discussion with Amy, we decided to pack up and start the process of heading down towards Echuca, where the funeral would be. We felt it was important for us to be there, in many ways.
The girls were excellent. We explained the situation, and that unfortunately we had to pack up and head off. No complaints. Great work girls!
We drove out of Arkaroola, knowing that this was yet another place we would be back to explore.
|Driving out of Arkaroola, through the Gammon Ranges|
After a huge thunderstorm the night before with lots of rain and lightning, it’s hard to fathom how the following morning could spring so brilliantly, blue skies, gentle breezes and plenty of sunshine.
It was quite funny seeing them role playing on their
bikes. It all begins with them hopping
on their bikes, making this “Errrrr errrr eeerrrrr (like clearing your throat)
...... brrrrrrrrrrrrmmm brrrmmmmm” noise.
We quickly worked out some time back that this was them starting their
car, they would click their imaginary seat belt on, and drive off.
After a lazy sleep in (as much as we could with kids) and breakfast, we gathered all our hiking gear and headed off to see the Aroona Ruins and lookout, which wasn’t that far away. Pretty soon we were looking over the stone ruins of the Aroona homestead. It is fascinating to stand there and try to imagine how things were back then, how much of a vibrant home this must have been, and what hardships they faced daily, as well as the delights.
They must have made a little bit of money because the homestead seemed pretty extravagant, in relative terms anyway. There were a couple of buildings made of stone, one even with a cellar, and a huge veranda. This homestead also boasted a permanent spring nearby which supplied water to the homestead. It is all pretty much a pile of rubble nowadays, but you get the sense of it all. They had a very impressive view. (Wonder if they even noticed or appreciated it...I am sure they did.)
|Now a small pile of rubble - Aroona Homestead|
We climbed up the hill behind the homestead for a better view of the valley. The sight was well worth it, although both girls had kicked into major whinging mode for some reason. Kinda gets on your goat after a while, and made it a little hard to enjoy the tranquillity. We eventually abandoned and headed back to the camper after a few snaps.
|Breathtakingly brilliant - the view from behind Aroona Ruins|
When we got back, Glenn suggested that Amy take a wander off on another one of the walks from the campsite. Amy jumped at the chance to be freed from the shackles, grabbed a UHF to be in contact, and strode off up the Red Hill walk. Glenn managed to get the girls in bed for a bit of much needed ‘quiet time’, then set about doing some fixing jobs under the awning.
|Why didn't I think of this earlier - off on a solo walk!|
Amy’s walk sent her up the nearby hills on the other side from the Aroona ruins. At the top, she took a right, and ended up at Heysen’s Viewpoint, looking down at the valley from a different angle. It was a great chance to enjoy the peace and quiet, and take in more of the views.
|Heysen's Viewpoint - about 1.5km from the Aroona campground|
After Amy got back to the camper, Glenn decided it was baking time. ‘Bring out the cake-mix!’ It was going to have to be another gas jobbie, as there were no fires allowed at this time of year. Surely the last (and only) success wasn’t going to be a fluke. Mind you, we didn’t have Matt’s electric drill and beater, or the good cake tin, or the second camp over lid.... still, Glenn’s pretty good, he’ll be fine!!
With a mix here, a beat there, and a heat job on the camp oven, we were ready. We kept the heat up this time, and even tried a couple of heatbeads on the lid. It actually came out alright, although it took a while to cook. It was expertly topped off with a bit of icing from Amy, and then WHOOOOMP, totally devoured by the family. Yummo!
Sitting around that afternoon, we contemplated our next move. This stop-over around the Flinders was in theory only a relatively short one, but we were enjoying it so much. Each time we looked over the maps, there were more places we wanted to explore. We could easily have spent a couple of months around this area.
We didn’t have that long, and our rough plan was to be around the Murray River for the last week or so, just to give ourselves a chance to relax, not travel, and get ready for the Melbourne onslaught.
That being said, we also didn’t want to rush too quickly through here. We did our plans, and decided to take advantage of this spectacular little hideaway, and stay another day, after-all, this is the type of camping we enjoy.
The next ‘bonus’ day was a very relaxing one. We started off this one with some pancakes for breakfast. Shake and Bake cheating ones, but hey, delicious anyway! The kids also did a lot of riding around on their bikes during the day, exploring the little tracks and roads around us.
|The masterchef at work|
From there the games can range from going to the shops, going to school, towing a caravan or general convoy business. Jess had definitely got the hang of the balance bike by now, and was very nimbly scooting around after Savannah, keeping her own.
The other major activity for the day was having a bush
shower. We have a 12 volt pump which
sits in a bucket of warm water (one boiled billy heats up the whole 10 litre
bucket nicely). We set up off to the
side of Slim, and the whole family cycles through. It’s a very efficient and quick process. Quite amazing that the two kids and us two
can have a full shower, everyone shampooing and conditioning their hair, and
coming out all sparkling, in only 10 litres of water. Totally impossible at home, but no great
stress out here in the bush!
|Another source of entertainment - Jess taking her 'baby' for a walk|
After dinner, we decided to go for a stroll around the grounds, with the kids riding their bikes. A quick ‘Errrrr, errrr, eeerrrrrr’ and we were off. The camp ground was spread out, and even catered for a tour group, although we had the place to ourselves. We turned to go down towards the outstation ruins, when there was a big dip in the road, bit of a water channel to cross. Savannah scooted down, through, and up the other side, no great trouble. Jess saw what was happening, and decided to follow suit.
She managed however to really push off with a lot of enthusiasm. Glenn immediately saw the pace, and started after her. She was going ok... yeah, not too bad... hmmmm a little speed wobble, and oh dear, a BIG speed wobble. Straight over the handlebars!! This all happened in a second or two, so Glenn wasn’t fast enough to save her.
A few tears, a bit of a ‘wow, did you see how fast you went’, a pat pat, and it was all over. She was back on the bike and off again.
Sunday, 18 November 2012
We had read up about Aroona Valley and a spectacular camping spot near Aroona Ruins. One guy described it as one of his favourite campsites in all of Australia. Everyone’s opinion is different, but still, will have to check out this one!!
We also wanted to check out some of the other gorges along the way, so took the Bunyeroo Valley Scenic Drive. Pretty much as soon as we’d driven off it started to drizzle. Thank goodness we’d packed up the camper in time, hate wet canvas!
Even though it was overcast and drizzly, it still didn’t deteriorate the views of this valley. There simply seemed to be a high, rugged and long range wherever you looked. The rock formations were striking and to an informed geologist, would tell a 1000 stories of the past.
We were lamenting the rain in only one way, that it stopped us being able to take some amazing photos of this area, ones that would have half a chance of doing the view justice anyway. It did add a certain ‘mystique’ to the area and we loved the rocky, windy drive through the valley.
At the top, we turned off and found the Aroona Valley track. It was not too long a drive, and we found ourselves in another valley, surrounded again by high red ranges. The campground was well laid out, and even better, no-one was camped there yet.
We found a perfect site, set up, and settled back to enjoy the afternoon. Definately time for drinks, fives, and a little kick back. The rain had stopped by this stage, but there were definite signs of more looming weather, so we again set up the awning just in case.
|Aroona Bush camp|
After dinner, we decided to go for a short 150 metre walk to an abandoned hut which formed part of our campsite view. Even though we didn’t have people camped with us, we did witness a number of cars take the drive up to the hut for a look. It was a previous outstation in the years gone past for the pastoralists, who had tried to run 1000’s of sheep in the area. The hut was built in the early 1900’s, so a little more modern than those stone, crumbled ruins we had been seeing. It was constructed of a frame, wooden slates, covered in chicken wire, and then covered in mud and pug. A comfortable looking place all things considered, and with a veranda on 3 sides, you could imagine the inhabitants sitting back enjoying the view at some stage.
|'Pug and Pine' hut|
|Not a bad view from the Hut|
|As the thunder and clouds start rolling in....|
We decided to head back to the camper because we were hearing more and deep rumbling from the skies again. In fact, it became quite loud and the lightning could be seen coming over the hills as well. This time being awake for the storm, the girls were not quite as impressed as we were. They were more on the scared and frightened side actually.
When we got back to the camper, the girls had developed a rare and overwhelming desire to get into their camper and into their bed “RIGHT NOWWWWW”. We made them brush their teeth first, and then asked Savannah to do a wee before bed. Just as she was underway, a big crackling thunderclap came from above. I think she nearly did more than her wee right there and then. She was up like a shot, whaling, and bolted for the camper. Poor thing J
They settled right down in bed, no books, just bed, at times with hands over their ears. Amazingly, they went off to sleep pretty quickly. Figured that sleeping was the best way to make it all go away. Later when we went to bed and a second round of thunder of lightning was about to roll through. Jess woke and in her little voice said to Amy, “Thunders coming back”. A quick re-assure and a pat saw her back to sleep.
After having a quick look at the lightshow, and cleaning up, we decided that bed and yet another movie was our plan. Might as well be comfortable and entertained during the deluge. The camper stood up to it all very well.
What a day, hard to believe that these Flinders could be THIS good. We definitely love the Kimberley, being one of our most favoured places in Australia, but this Flinders area, in a different way, rivals it. Very lucky to be here enjoying it!