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Published: October 1st 2013
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“Camps Australia Wide” (the caravaner’s bible) promised us lots of potential free camping sites along the Murrumbidgee river after Hay. With this in mind we departed Trentham Cliffs caravan park heading across the Hay plain. Our caravan pace meant that we stopped for our morning coffee somewhere out in the middle of the Hay plain. The land was flat as far as the eye could see and the sun shone brightly; travelling was good.
Soon after Hay we started to look for the spot we had selected – Burrabogie Reserve. The distance passed with no sighting but then we saw a big sign for Burrabogie, but it did not look right. With the van parked by the gate Greg walked in to investigate. This turned out to be the station homestead. In one of the workshops a kind young man informed Greg the gate we wanted was about a kilometre back.
Two gates later we were relieved to find a gate with a very modest sign proclaiming Burrabogie Reserve. We went in and found a fantastic spot on the edge of the Murrumbidgee, in time for a very late lunch.
And what
a spot we did have. All by ourselves surrounded by trees, the distinctly flowing river and friendly flies. With a two night stay in mind we settled in to the free camp. We tried our hand at fishing, with the usual result; but Greg did see a group of small turtles and a kangaroo. Towards evening the smell of roast chicken on the Baby Q filled the camp site. Yes it is good to be on the road again.
The next morning the forecast wind started to rise and so did the temperature. The awning was packed away and soon it became VERY windy. We were extremely pleased to be settled in and not driving. The gale continued all day as we sat in the shade. Later in the afternoon we were entertained by a large goanna that took fright when it saw us and ran up the nearest tree. For the next few hours we watched it exploring every limb on the tree, amused as it regularly checked to see if we were still there. Eventually we hid from view and it ventured down and away.
Planning to leave in the morning we
packed up camp that night ready for an early departure.
Waking to the first dawn bird calls we also heard the first spots of rain. With about a kilometre of black river clay track to negotiate we realised that we had to leave imminently or stay for another day.
Our breakfast became more rushed as the rain increased and so with coffee mugs in hand we started to drive out. The thud, thud, thud of mud flying off the tyres emphasised we were leaving none too soon. That was close!
The rain continued until early afternoon when it conveniently stopped for us to set up in a caravan park in Forbes.
In Forbes an old fashioned butcher shop was just too tempting so we picked up a few extra supplies.
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Fiona Moody
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You guys are living our dream - I so look forward to being able to be a nomad - the places you go seem so laid back and fascinating - I know we would love it. Stupid work - should no be a necessity of life. Happy travels.