The next morning the sand still feels yuck, the ocean is nothing better and again we’re not able to go into the waves as they crash on the beach. It’s supposed to rain quite a bit today and I have visions of us in the black sand, in the rain and convince Marjo to leave.
We’re packed up in no time and leave the coast. Marjo has found a camp site, near water but away from the coast so less chance of being packed with Australia Day hordes.
We drive again through Sale and then come past Stratford. It’s around lunch time and I already have given up McDonalds after Marjo declined (she must have read Elizabeth’s book called “Nourishing your Heart and Soul”) when she spots a nice diner.
It works out that the owners are Dutch but not present. The staff is still capable of making us a nice broodje kroket and after this healthy meal we continue our trip towards the lower alpine region.
When we arrive at the Blue Pools campground it becomes evident that we were right; the camp ground is deserted. Perhaps afraid of bush fires? We have internet reception to check on Country Fire Authority updates, the road is sealed and there’s rain forecasted so we are not hesitant to camp here and have the pick of all the spots. A location with nice view of the rock face, not far from the pools and the river and from the toilet. We’re set.
We walk to the pool and have a nice refreshing swim. With no one else around and only the sound of birds, this is a magical place and we decide to stay for four days.
Just down from where we are camped is the river with some pooled water that flows very slowly. Ideal for our daily bath routine.
The quiet of the campground and the water makes for all kind of wildlife.
The weather is nice to be able to do things around the bus, such as making art.
… writing the blog….
…and walking on water.
And also to explore the bush and river.
At some point I saw Marjo and Nossi staring.
And was wondering what they were looking for when I saw it too.
Marjo is always eager to capture a nice bird picture; Nossi can’t help himself and still remembers Niki’s training to try and chase birds. This one was too high, so he went back to chasing flies.
A magical stay.
Posted from Briagolong, Victoria, Australia.
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