A solo bushcamping experience
13.01.2012 - 15.01.2012 26 °C
Nicki left two weeks earlier than I to Germany, so I took the chance to go bushcamping on my own (for it would have taken a disproportionate amount of persuasion for her to join me on such an endeavour).
In Canberra it's only one hour from office to bush. Orroral Valley in Namadgi National Park was my destination. I didn't bother to carry a tent and found a good place to spend the night well before dusk. Interestingly, it was very quiet during the night – the only sounds I heard were a bit of snuffling, presumably a possum (well, a marsupial in any case), and the unmistakable domp-domp-domp of a single wallaby hopping past. The wake-up call came from currawongs and magpies, and I heard wild dogs barking in the distance (which are genetically mostly dingo, I learned later).
The next day Orroral Valley presented itself in full glory. It's an awesome place. Long, with a wide grassy base and surrounded by wooded hills – the views are a real bliss for the eye.
I only met one group of people but uncountable numbers of kangaroos; they have truly taken over from the cows and sheep that used to graze here a hundred years ago.
In the afternoon a dramatic thunderstorm broke loose – one hour of downpour, half of which was in the form of hail! I sought shelter under a lonely tree in the middle of the valley, but I could just as well have stood in the river…
The thunderstorm coming…
… and going.
Luckily there was the old Orroral Woolshed (the first use of which was as a dance hall…) and I gratefully spent the second night there, for it allowed me to dry up again. Before sunset I watched three pairs of male kangaroos exercising their fighting skills.
I'll be back in Orroral valley to show it to my then wife (for the next entry will be the wedding!). Maybe with a different accommodation though…