It’s a great feeling hitting the road early on a Friday morning without incident…
Rewind a few hours to my stressed state, the plan being to be on the road by 7.30am and all was going to plan until it hit 7am. That’s when the alert flashed on my phone that multiple databases failed to refresh! About to pack the final items I dropped everything and logged into work to discover the routine SQL server update the vendor performed was not so routine after all.
It wasn’t till 11.30am that I arrived at Oberon, frustrated from the mornings events, idiotic drivers thinking that 20km under the speed limit is OK and hungry!
Did I mention hungry!?!
There was only one solution to my first world problems.
And with that, a not so quick stop for firewood at Mountain Lumber and I made my way to where I was hoping the night’s camp would be.
A quick few casts with the new rod/line (and shitty pic, more on the rod in another post) and the day was starting to slip away. With limited camping due to the overgrown nature of the spot I decided to drive toward Rockley and ponder about where to next.
After some lengthy deliberation I settled on another place I’ve been wanting to tick off the list, Burraga Dam. I drove on arriving at just after 4.30pm.
After waiting around some time for a group of day users to leave I settled on a more level spot and a quick feed. Have I ever mentioned how good having a decent 12V system and inverter is?
With sunset in toe and the fire cranking, I knocked back a few cheeky drinks while waiting for Brad to arrive.
The next morning was an absolute cracker, a perfect spring day dawning.
After a quick breakfast and coffee, we were ready to go. Well just about…
The plan was to camp at Rockley, sit back, enjoy a pub dinner and some drinks.
Sometimes things don’t always go to plan.
After some friendly banter (should’ve bought a Toyota) we were back on the road, and hangry!
Rockley, the bush town with an EV charger.
After a schooner we decided to check out the campground, which is the local sports ground guarded by a magpie that wasn’t intent on a single swoop. Post max swoop defence mode we made the executive decision to have a late lunch at the pub and camp elsewhere.
After another icy cold Carlton Black and beef schnitty (which I can report is fantastic) we were back on the road to somewhere…
First spot was a TSR that I drove by the day prior, which unfortunately wasn’t a great prospect due to the many widow makers.
Spot two was back at the bridge where I’d initially thought to camp, unfortunately for us there were a couple of utes parked up with no occupants, likely fishing. We did hang around for what felt like an eternity until one of the utes occupants returned, the other was no where to be seen.
With another case of daylight rapidly slipping away we drove off towards Oberon, last resort being The Reef (which I really didn’t want to entertain). Having a list of potential spots bookmarked we decided to give one a shot which proved too tough going due to a case of overgrown tracks and even more pin striping on the trucks.
In a last ditched effort we drove down another track to find our spot, an opening in the middle of bum fuck no where by a creek!
There’s no worse feeling than being in the middle of said “bum fuck” no where, opening up your roof top tent, getting in to zip up the windows to find a furry friend almost inside!
A quick zip of the window and tong removal made me feel much more at ease.
After settling down post consumption of a few cold beverages I enjoyed a quiet night kicking back by the fire. Before long I was in bed, highly likely snoring…
The final morning of the adventure was another spectacular one, with sun shining and temps cool. Perfect!
To say the morning was cruisey was an understatement, breakfast and two coffee’s later we were packed and ready to hit the tarmac.
With the mandatory stop of at Blackheath fisho the latest adventure was sadly over.
