It was freaken freezing last night in the camping world. Holy crap was it coooooooold.
Last night is the type of test that many campers will fail miserably, sell all their campind gear and never camp again. Although Ross used to camp through winter, and in Victorias high country, he cant process the idea that we would ever return to that.
We headed north to Batemans Bay, Barb ran out of dog shampoo (she prefers it) and then south, stopping at the heritage town of Mogo on the way to Dalmeny.
Mogo is heavy on the hippie, and many of the shops are a little white Yogi mystical.
We grabbed a coffee from the old retro coffee caravan outside the junk shop.
This Buddha bloke must be a local we think. He could be onto something with these recent quotes of his
Barb made a mental note of this particular site in the Dalmeny caravan park the last time we were here. Our view is absolute, and we cant be built out
The view from outside …..
… is much the same as the view from inside
To put our site position into a wide view
This caravan park hires out fire pits, and provides all the wood required. There are plenty of fires going around the caravan park, but with a toasty warm caravan … its way to cold once tje sun decends so they can have our share of the firewood
We views like we have here and theres quite a few “almost” as good sites, we’re struggling to work out why people choose to camp at the other end of the the caravan park
Sous vide steak tonight. Camping can certainly be gourmet. Our sausages in bread days of camping are well and truly behind us
The results of our first camping Sous Vide steaks ….. glorious
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