Hello hot cross buns, hello chocolate, and most importantly…hello 4 day long weekend. We decided to take advantage and head for the hills. Cue Gimace, into the garage, transferring all the camping gear into the car…Theverymoodyhousehold with (along with Aunty @atlasandtracks) headed up the mountain to camp for two nights in the autumnal heaven that is The Megalong Valley, Blue Mountains.
Warm and sunny days, bookended by clear, crisp mornings/nights; Beautiful grassy camping area, populated by kangaroos and an abundance of birdlife; an awesome remote location, conveniently rather close to home (meant Grimace could meet us there after work). It all sounds rather perfect!
The boys, Aunty @atlasandtracks and I headed up Saturday morning, with approximately one -zillion stops on the way (for all those “forgotten” items). The traffic was madness and we were itching to nab a spot at Dunphys camp site – unable to book, we were feeling intimidated by the chance at missing a spot on the busiest weekend of the year. We arrived at just the right moment and were able to snag a spot with just enough flat for our tents and a little fire pit.
For those of you who’ve been camping with kidlets, you’ll know the chaos and effort you have to endure to get a camp site set up… well, I’d love to say that my angels bucked that trend and made it easy to get set up, but that wouldn’t be quite true. Their “helpfulness” was at times helpful, and others just plain soul destroying. Nonetheless, we got our tents set up, beds assembled, houseload of packed things unpacked, dinner on to cook and Aunty @atlasandtracks collected enough wood to get the fire raging.
Sitting around the fire that night, we promised ourselves we would enjoy the serenity of camping the next day (we also dubbed the term Two-oist; referring to the mistake of attempting to reason with a two year old). Well, wouldn’t you know it – day 2 felt even crazier when it started nicely at 6am: Giggles Magoo loudly discovered the Easter Bunny/Bilby had no trouble finding our remote location and Little Mate decided to serenade a tent filled with a no-doubt sleeping couple, just to give them that special start to their day. Chocolate was the fare of the day, interspersed with candy from an American family camping just over from us. Giggles Magoo assumed his position in their family when he realised all the chocolate had disappeared from ours, which left Little Mate a playmate down, meaning he reserved those sugar meltdowns for his number one lady…me.
After a few cuddles, a coffee and the idea of an adventure (read: head back up the hill into Blackheath to collect some supplies: food, water and gas…you know, all the essential things you’d probably take in abundance) we were all ready to face the day again. Up in Blackheath we found the boys’ Gra and Grumps, and we all paid a visit to the magical Loganbrae Apple Orchard. The spiced apple juice, the deliciously crunchy apples and the view set.the perfect scene for us to regather our sanity and brave the rest of trip.
Back at the camp ground, Giggles Magoo’s motley crew of camping buddies grew exponentially and he ran around enjoying the freedom little boys dream of: stick fighting super-heroic ninjas. It was really sweet to see how social he can be, but also his imagination at play. It was even sweeter to see Little Mate getting the confidence to join in at times with the big boys.
Waking up on Monday morning wasn’t as dramatic as the previous morning, and the gentle start to the morning meant I delayed all feelings of pack-down blues until after our delicious bbq breakfast. Pack down continues to be the hardest thing about any trip, however I feel this one went pretty well, helping me to focus on gratitudes from the trip, rather than inconveniences because of the trip. It also helped that Grimace, Aunty @atlasandtracks And I were able to rotate supervision/meeting needs of those young’uns.
Whilst we didn’t get to explore any of the walks around the campsite, I feel like a had a good dose of nature – I’m feeling reconnected to land, disconnected from the digital world and closer than ever to my family. Sitting around a fire or waiting for the water to boil are just a few of the moments I will savour from the trip.
The weekend spent camping was wonderfully chaotic, with a few Lord of the Flies type moments, but then some equally lovely and soul nourishing memories. And I’m ready to do it all again ❤
For anyone interested in canmping at Dunphys, probably around 2hrs out of Sydney, I can highly recommend it. Do your best googling for more reviews, or check out Little Green Nomad’s review