Camping feels like one of those activities that is simply a good idea. City life is varied and interesting, but we only see a very small part of the world every day, and it’s rewarding to do something that takes us elsewhere, both in mind and body.
Well, after a few years’ gap, we got out into the bush again. We extracted our camping gear from the back corner of the shed and the spare room cupboard, and went shopping to fill in the gaps. Instant-up tents, now they’re an amazing development, and it’s not a lie: ’tis a very quick job. Finding the Bald Hill campsite in Avon Valley National Park was a pain due to some road layout changes and a rail maintenance area and mine site blocking the way, but after giving up and starting to head home, we found it. Very Zen.
I was very pleased to see the girls settle into the camping scene very easily. It was simple but well supported car camping, with a drop toilet, a few people nearby, our own stove, and less than 24hrs to make our 20 litres of water last. That said, I have no need to prove a point or beat the elements – just some experience outside of the usual city life, taking the girls along for the ride. They got involved in assembling a stretcher bed, putting a bit of wood on the fire, exploring the area and checking out the view, and even experiencing little differences like limited table space, sitting on logs, keeping dusty feet out of the tent, and enjoying eating and playing with a smaller range of food and toys. We were surprised at how well Hannah enjoyed the entirely different surrounds.
After an early night, Eleanor and I were up a little before the rest of the campsite, and it was even quieter than before. We caught sight of a few small birds and a couple of lizards, and did some more exploring together. It was wonderful to drink in the view and listen to the sounds of the bush while wandering about together.