Thursday, 29 December 2011

Time for a little R&R

Wow - found a few spare moments to blog and was amazed to find my last post was in November. I could say I've been busy with work, family and the like, but honestly, it's really cos I've just had nothing to say. I've never wanted to be one of those people who writes absolute naff just to write daily.

So it's been a while. The Christmas/New Year break finds my family sharing a gorgeous camping holiday with my sister and her family. Our destination - Bribie Island, and a little campground named Poverty Creek. It's a grassy, shady, spacious site set in the Bribie Island Recreation Area within the National Park. Until camping here, I never had any appreciation for the beauty that Bribie has to offer.

After an afternoon setup on Boxing Day, we settled into our campsite and enjoyed the company of what sounded like hundreds of frogs and felt like millions of mosquitoes! A squirt of Aerogard later and it was just the frogs' chorus that we were enjoying.

My sister and I thought we would wander down to the water's edge to enjoy the view. Just as we reached the edge of the day use area car park, we were greeted by the noise of stamping hooves and angry huffing. We didn't need to be told twice, and returned to camp, watching over our shoulder for stampeding horses/cows/kangaroos. Still don't know for sure what it was, and kind of beyond caring.

Day two and we ventured down to the Pumicestone Passage to swim, kayak and generally just enjoy the cool water. No major issues to report, but there was fresh manure around the area of the hooves incident, so a bit more of a clue to our night time scare.

Now have I mentioned that this site has loos, but no showers? We have set up a solar shower at camp, and it's a matter of contortions and crouching to get the right angles to get the water flowing. Lots of giggles coming from that tent as everyone tries to rinse the dirt of a day at camp off and freshen up for dinner.

Day three and we discovered the real Bribie. 4WD trek over the sand tracks and we were on Ocean Beach, playing in the surf, driving on the beaches and finding the hidden side of the island. Lots of people who already know the secret, and now happy to be one of those numbers. As I remarked to my sister at the end of the day, it's just as beautiful as Straddie, more easily accessible and without the cost of the barge trip. We've already agreed to return to camp on Ocean Beach on one of the long weekends in 2012.

Only three more sleeps until we head home from this adventure, but then only a couple of days at home before we head of with friends to Flanagan's Reserve for another couple of nights away. Camping is back on the agenda in 2012, and I cannot wait!