The SO and his friend from uni decided some weeks ago to go camping together over the Australia Day weekend. When the SO brought it up, I was extremely sceptical. The idea of camping brought up visions of digging a hole for a toilet, being eaten alive by mosquitoes, checking shoes for wildlife that wanted to take up permanent residence and not having enough water to have a shower.
Did I mention I'm a drama-queen? (^_-)-☆
The SO hadn't gone camping in years and the only thing we had in the way of gear was a sleeping bag. The SO's friend made all the bookings, instructed us to just get our tent and promised he and his partner would take care of most of the camping gear.
The 45 minute ferry trip included each of our little cars,
which was the best decision ever made.
We probably couldn't have done half as much without them.
Obviously many other people had the same idea about spending the long weekend on the island.
Thankfully there weren't any dramas and we left in time.
Our little home for 3 days and 2 nights.
It is a 4
dwarves person dome style tent,
which just barely fits a double-size air mattress and our bag on one side.
That said, it kept us dry from the light nighttime showers.
Just look at the beach that's less than 50 metres from our camp site.
Due to a large sandbar about 100 metres out, a natural lagoon of calm water forms with every tide.
It's perfect for the little kids and families to spend hours in the water.
I couldn't help lying inside the tent, our mattress covered by a thick sleeping bag.
Although we brought books to read to pass the time, time passed slowly whether or not we did anything.
Another beach not far away, but only has 4WD camping.
We took a walk under a blistering sun on a boardwalk.
Some backpackers said they had seen manta rays in the water that morning.
We weren't so lucky.
One of the features was a natural canyon, where the tide crashes against blackened rock.
We were told there have been turtles had been spotted in the canyon.
A painter parked her dog and lunch bag under a tree,
while she worked on her canvas overlooking the bay.
The SO simply cannot help himself.
Sitting under a tree, we desperately licked melting gelati with the sea breeze caressing our faces.
Watermelon and mint is the best summer flavour.
That spectacular view was worth every step under the glaring sun.
Even a cup of tea tastes better when you hear the waves crashing not too far away.
Swimming in Brown Lake.
It is a fresh water lake, which gradiates from the colour of weak tea to a dark navy blue.
I am told the colour is a result of tea tree leaves, which is reputed to be excellent for skin and hair.
The best thing about swimming in fresh water: you don't have to worry about washing off later.
In fact, your skin feels like you've just come out of a bath.
Our last lunch was at Seashell at Amity Point, a lazy little pub cafe.
The SO had a grilled swordfish that was the size of a huge steak, served on a bed of the most gorgeous garlic butter mashed potatoes.
I had the AUD$10 fish and chips, which was ridiculously fresh.
And to finish off for Australia Day, a fresh lamington.
Even on the way back, everyone was trying to squeeze that last bit of laziness out of the holiday.
The weekend was beyond awesome! Despite the biting horseflies and everyone getting sunburnt from putting up the tents (except me), all we did was swim in the ocean, eat, talk and drink beer/wine. Camping wasn't roughing it as much as I initially thought it would involved: amenities included hot water for showers, clean toilets, fresh drinking water, ice deliveries every morning, etc.
Now I dream about planning a better camping trip and being more prepared.