Queens Birthday weekend, it was bound to be a cold one!
Madam decided having her nails painted for the first time was totally Winter camping appropriate, so that's what we did. We packed up and headed off Friday morning, making exceptional time... until we took a wrong turn. Always the way, am I right? Upon finally arriving we set up shop and ran out of daylight, fast! I will never again take daylight savings and Summer camping for granted. Never.
As the new day came upon us, so did the rain. Not a lot, just a little, but enough to want it to stop. Breaky was up and the motorbikes at the other camps nearby started. To have a 2 year old girl borderline obsessed with motorbikes is a terrifying thought for any parent, she gazed in awe and waved at every. single. rider. Terrifying! I mean, this kid could be asleep in the car, she will hear a motorbike and wake just to point it out.
The day went on, others arrived and it was time to get that firewood before we froze our limbs off for the night. We headed off and into the wilderness, well... not really, we drove for about 10 minutes, loaded up and came back to camp. A quick drop and off again, this time over the river crossing and up to the heli pad to suss the view. There was playing, splashing, a touch of bromance and some car ogling. Tomorrow would be a bigger day, a day of driving in the high country and all the drama that comes with it. For tonight though, it was time to pack it in, cook a mean dinner and hydrate while keeping thawed out by the fire.
Loaded up into the van by 1am, 2 degrees inside... inside! Miss two snuggled in her bed requesting a drink of milk. I don't even know how she stayed so toasty, or how she manages to guzzle a cold milk in the middle of the night in low, single degree temperatures. Kids...
The following day, Sunday, the tyres were let down, a quick break and shower were had and the moment was about to get real. We headed off, in a rock solid convoy of 6 vehicles and made out first stop at the lookout, a rocking view. Snaps, a map and a sense of direction lead us on our way.
No problems, then she started getting steep, muddy and very slippery. Cooled off and trekked through more river crossings than I care to even attempt to remember. The real mud was yet to come, the killer ruts and the loss of control of the car being dragged by sludge in all the wrong directions. Ripper! The big boys with the mean set ups, went in for seconds... or thirds, we braved it for the most part - others flaked out all together and made close friends with the chicken tracks. Miss two however, picks out of 6 hours driving, her time to nap... literally, about to go through insane mud. Camera between the legs, hanging on for dear life, bottom not on the seat leaning to the rear of the car to hold madams tiny head solid against the back of her carseat while we bounce through the tracks and narrowly miss a handful of trees. Keeping it real.
The home time convoy, that's a little stretch there. All in all, no major dramas, not major toddler tantrums from the small one and not a massive amount of rain, we didn't stack the car despite even my best effort of having a drive... the car is manual... I don't even drive manual, but I smashed out my first few river crossings and then some. Go team! What a great weekend with even greater people, if only it were a little warmer. The next adventure come Summer, I will definitely be living it up and taking in that sunshine. Give me sunscreen, icy cold beverages, cold showers and boys in singlets any day.
Thanks for the fun Huggetts.