It was the start of 2012. I’d just changed my job, my attitude and my goals. Triff & Steve (The Trailer) asked the question once more, only this time we said “Yes”. It was to be an overnight trip and, always filled with generosity, particularly when it comes to camping, Triff & Steve made it very easy on us. All we had to do was show up. The tent would be in place, dinner would be under way, a cheese plate on arrival, and fees would already be paid.
Charlie Moreland Camp grounds
The place was Charlie Moreland, the temperature was right, no rain forecast and with no chores or prior engagements at home we set out on what was to be my first proper camping experience.
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t nervous as we drove down the dirt and lantana lined entrance to the grounds. On immediate sight of lantana I think of snakes, horrible, disgusting, and completely terrifying snakes! When you grow up where we did, in the bush in Diddillibah on the Sunshine Coast, you should be used to snakes but not I, nor Triff, nor Kath, nor any member of the Soutter clan. Snakes were everywhere at home. They nested heavily in the ceiling; on quiet nights you could hear them slithering above you while you tried to sleep. On one occasion my eldest brother Rich, plucked some courage from who knows where, or perhaps he was temporarily possessed, either way, he found the nerve to shimmy up the fern tree and shine a torch up into the roof. He lost count at thirty-six when the beams from the torch could no longer push through to the full length of the ceiling. His face was pale and his body shuddered while his skin prickled Continue reading