Pic of the week: Bush camping

I’m using one photo to encapsulate three recent trips to Sunny Acre Farm, a vineyard in Yarra Glen, and a bush-block in Dunach. We welcome in a new era: bush camping. No facilities and no neighbours. Just a full moon, open fires and acres of space. It’s the way forwards!

Balnarring, Victoria…

I came here with a stash of craft supplies. In the 3 days prior to Christmas I had imagined painting shells and foreging for twigs and twineing them into star decorations to hang on a Eucalyptus tree. None of this happened, but at least the embroidery did.

Here’s some things that ‘kept me growing’ this year:

Going to bed sober, surrounded by fresh air and the sound of the sea.

Eating only what we want for Christmas day lunch. The adults had mango and prawn salad, the kids had sushi and eggs sunny side up. Zero excess fills my bucket.

The moment when you paddle a SUP out just far enough off the shore and the cold surf doesn’t spray you, and you can’t hear the kids anymore. That’s a peaceful place.

Here’s to making your own traditions.

The town now known as Balnarring is the ancestral land of the Boon Wurrung peoples. I pay my respect to aborigional elders past, present and emerging.

Marysville, Victoria…

72 hours in Marysville. Here are the hightlights:

1) Buxton mountain bike park. We nailed the beginner’s track in less than 5 minutes then attempted the ‘blue’ run. We had 1 mountain bike between 7 of us (5 city bikes, one child seat). It was a little like the wacky races with mud, bush bashing, bruised fruit, and children stacking it, but lots of fun.

2) Marysville caravan park. Sites 23 and 24 are the perfect spots, 10 metres from the creek, with our own firepit.

3) Steavenson falls. Together with the 4km bike track back into town.

Lowlights: forgetting to pack any shorts or long pants for the kids other than the ones they arrived in, which, together with some footless tights from the local op-shop, kept them going for 3 days!

I acknowledge the traditional owners of Taungurung Country and respect and celebrate the past, present, and future culture of the Taungurung people.

Pic of the week: Koonwarra, Victoria

Cycling a section of the Great Rail Trail from Koonwarra to Meeniyan. Wearing all our layers on an icy but beautiful mid-winter day.

Euroa, Victoria…

We took one last autumn trip in Kika camper, snuggled deep in wool blankets since it dropped to 5 degrees overnight. Euroa was our pick for it’s Saturday morning farmers market. Also for it’s solar heated pool, which the kids braved in the afternoon sunshine. On our traditional ‘midnight’ walk we found a fallen tree that spanned a hidden bush beach. Our fearless 6yo scrambled the length of it in the light of her head torch, which we feel ups the ante somewhat with the adventure walks. ‘Midnight’ by the way is obviously 7.00pm.

I would like to acknowledge the Nira Balug clan of the Taungurung Aborigional people as the owners and traditional custodians of the land of which I’ve written about in this post. I pay my respects to their elders past, present and continuing. The name Euroa comes from an Aboriginal word in the old local dialect meaning ‘joyful’.


Previous Older Entries

An.an.tas.in : The Anantasin is the name of a shipwreck  just of the coast of the Sensi Parasise, Mae Haad Bay, Koh Tao, Thailand.  That trip sparked a love for adventure, writing, and exploring the world.

Lit.tle: Because my travels started out just little old me.

Blasts From The Past…

May 2022

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