Saturday, 9 March 2019

Happy 29th Anniversary

Canoe Trip

Myall Lakes National ParK


Many women my age expect and receive the diamond ring, a dozen red roses and tickets to a dinner and show for their 29th wedding anniversary, after all that time, compensation is needed. Well this 51 year old has known the Better Half for too long to be surprised by the belated "Hi honey I have a Happy Anniversary surprise for you". Yep there on the second wife's roof was a canoe! Oh my I loved it. And then, how in hell am I going to help him get it off the roof of Sally the Bitch. (Sally is the Nissan Patrol that I paid too much for and The Hubby spends too much time with). The Son to the rescue with a small collapsible step ladder and a lot of practice with heaving, we were ready.


Now I must admit, I loved raising my children, but to go away for a weekend without thinking of anyone but yourselves is intoxicating to the Hubby and I. We were PRIMED! Looked up Mrs Google, chose a Myall Lakes National Park campground, shopped for lots of delicious nibblies and off we went with a quiet soul reviving mini adventure in mind. We arrived at Korsman's Camp, the only ones there except a pack of Born Again American Christians. Choosing a site dangerously away from Jesus, or should I say dangerously close to the darker side of the camp, we set up and relaxed. Then went for our very first paddle.




The water was calm, the breeze slight and cool. We got the hang of it quickly. After about four kilometers, we decided that we would be fine for the big trip to Shelly the next day and turned to head back. Then the breeze turned nasty. We should have seen it as an omen as we paddled frantically over the wind formed chop, arms burning, trying to look in control as we half sank puffing and smiling past the Christians. Made it! 

Looking forward to the well earned dinner, we tied off the canoe and headed up to camp.

Wait a moment, we thought we were at a different place and if it wasn't for the happy clappy Jesus praising we could hear in the distance we would have turned straight back and paddled away. The camp had been inundated with a great deal of men in various stages of intoxication with speed boats in various stages of being ready. Now I don't know much about speed boats, however, I have since learnt that they require multiple shifts of position on the trailer around camps, long periods of engines running and many men to stand around looking at the inside of them whilst drinking beer. Ever the optimist, I said it's OK Hubby, we won't be around camp tomorrow and I'm sure at the rate that they are drinking, they will all be passed out soon. So we started up our fire to cook our vegetarian patties and meat kebabs, to accompany our gourmet salads. Just as we were sitting back to enjoy the fire, one of the jacked up Utes started backing his trailer laden speed boat morbidly close to our fire AND there he left it parked. "Hi, how's it going?" he says over his shoulder as he and his mates lean heavily on the boat rail to look-inside. Shocked I whispered to The Hubby, "He's not going to leave that there is he? I mean, I can't even get the billy off the fire without hitting my back on the propeller". Then they started up the engine. Well I just started laughing. The Husband said they'll go soon. He was right, however, the boat was left there. As boat owner was leaving he asks "so what's on for dinner?" The Hubby replies "snags", which must have been the correct reply because boat owner leaves nodding approvingly and saying "Now don't do anything that I wouldn't do". We decided to embrace our inner-bogan and just go with it and sat around amusingly watching the comings and goings of boats and trailers and men and breathed in the engine fumes. Thinking it couldn't get any worse,  a man stumbled out of the tent ridiculously close to the front of our car, sporting a generator and a grinder. Suffice to say, I know now that talking and sleeping to angle grinding, engines revving and men's screamed drunken anti-logic about any and all of the big issues of our times is absolutely impossible and rendered me close to hysteria with laughing.

Next day they all rose early. Engines primed, The Backing of The Trailers started. Amusing breakfast comedy aside, we decided we had better get in that glassy water and paddle as far away from the camp as we could. Once we made it past the jet ski brigade, the speed boat racing, and the tobogganing fishermen, it was very pleasant. We got in a rhythm, and God chose to bless us anyway, we made it to the bay opposite Shelley. The private secluded beach was well worth the effort of the 22 km paddle.



Information

https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/camping-and-accommodation/campgrounds/korsmans-landing-campground-and-picnic-area

https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/visit-a-park/parks/myall-lakes-national-park

https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/camping-and-accommodation/campgrounds/shelly-beach-campground


12 comments:

  1. You had me roaring with laughter! This is great!!

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  2. Classic! Don't think I could have controlled my inner bogan. Would have told them to "where to go". Happy Anniversary guys.

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    1. Gotta admit it was hard.
      Thanks for the well wishes! Didi

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  3. My nightmare! I always worry that I will turn up somewhere, only to find my isolated and back to the bush spot has been ruined by humans I don't want to share my spot with!

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    1. Need to go further afield, but we are building skills to do that. It the mean time, makes a good story, and what's life without a good story.

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  4. That’s what I call a true adventure of the heart. Happy anniversary and you’ve gotta love the Ozzie bogan!

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  5. Too funny Nikki!! Just loved reading your blog - you are definitely a great writer. Loved how you embraced your inner bogan 😍🤣😍

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    1. Thanks so much Kim, glad it made you smile! Makes us laugh when we read it too.

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