Friday, 16 June 2017
|Waiting for a fire to be lit|
|Park of our site|
|Inside a broken termite mound|
|Spear grass plant|
|Every caravan park should have a war memorial|
|Garden behind the caravan|
With clear skies early in the morning, we thought we would have a dry pack-up. Wrong! About five minutes before we commenced packing up, the mizzle started and quickly became quite heavy until we were on the road heading north again. We encountered a few roadworks, which caused the heavy traffic on the Bruce Highway to quickly bank up. We had a short stop at a rest area just north of Gympie before pushing on for Childers. Doris is very fond of navigating country roads and after turning east of the highway south of Childers, we wandered along some narrow roads, sans traffic, until we turned onto the main road past the caravan park. Guess what? Fine all the way north and it started to pour five minutes before we arrived!!!
We are staying at Iron Ridge Park, a “bush” caravan park about 15 minutes from Childers. What a delightful place – only 17 sites, 11 of which have large slabs, surrounded by bush and birds but very clean. Electricity, water, sullage, grass, television, wifi, good amenities and the friendliest of owners to check us in and show us to our site. Fortunately, the rain soon stopped after we arrived and we were able to enjoy lunch al fresco, although a butcher bird was rather insistent that we share! This afternoon, we enjoyed a walk around one of the bush paddocks, very carefully watched at one stage by some cattle, a couple of which had enormous horns. He who was raised on a farm said not to worry, but she who was raised in the city gave them a wide and wary berth.