We’ve parked the camper on a good spot, which is a little sloped, but by the time we’ve checked out the entire camp ground for a better spot, the other campers are packed and gone and we think they had the best spot of all, so I instruct Glenn to reverse into it. They’ve left the fire going and some burnt timber around it, which I remove, before dousing it, as I don’t want the dogs running right through a fire place (imagine the overall trauma and vet bill!) and we’ll be using the OzPig anyway. It takes about a 10 ltrs to extinguish it to my satisfaction.
Why people think these fires will just go out on there own is anyone's guess. I guess they don't realise the dangers to animals, children and vehicles and figure it's not their problem once they've left. I'd so love to show these people the burns ward at a childrens hospital or vet ... whilst native animals don't even get that sort of care. The second thing with the previous tenants was their old dog was covered in either mange or flea allergy and I didn't want to pat it as it came over to us. Poor thing. I felt so sorry for it.
Once we’ve investigated the creek enough, we head up to check out the facilities. There are two flushing toilets for the ladies and 1 flushing, 1 urinal for the boys. The building seems just a bit too bit for them for, so there must be a storage facility between each end. We head over the official camp ground sign and are disappointed to see that it shows only a map of the campground with which we are now familiar, and the rules of the site. No other information about the state forest to be found.
On our way back, I stop by our only current neighbour to say hello. We’ve dubbed him Dread-Man as he’s got long dreads. He seems a little worse for wear and is having some trouble collecting his thoughts as we have a brief chat. The people who vacated our site gave him the rest of their timber which was very nice of them, and he’s burning his way through it to make coffee and boil some water and he’s been doing his washing as well … it’s strung up all around the campsite. He’s got a fully functional 4wd with camp fridge and roof top tent so seems he’s going to be here for awhile. I’m guessing he’s the person who’s paid for a week or more of camping and he’ll be alone for most of it once the weekend crowd go.
Back at camp, we find the frozen ½ chicken I’ve bought with us for dinner is going to take a miracle to defrost. It came out of the freezer upon camp construction and still feels as hard now as it did then. An hour or so in a warm camp over should fix that, but I’ll have to be careful that the centre cooks through properly. I peel some spuds and they go in the bag with the chicken to get the Mexican flavour all over them as well.
We start the inevitable slow pack up. Things need to dry out a little more from the rain last night, but not too much. So long as the rain keeps away, we'll be doing a dry pack up thanks to the wind. It still feels like about 13°C, but that could just be wind factor.
Camper Trailers pack up quickly and are gone by 1000, Dad with boys gone about 1030, leaving us and Dread-Man. He'll be staying for another week or more, so here's hoping he gets some wonderful weather. If it fines up though, he'll be having rather cold nights, so I hope he's got heaps of timber to help keep him warm.
There isn't much more for us to do here but pack up in earnest. At least the sun is coming out now. The canvas is nearly dry, just a bit of moisture on the tropical roof, so we'll wait to see if that dries up a bit more in the wind and the 'could be' sunshine if it wasn't so cloudy. Glenn jumps up on the kitchen box and gives it the once over with a fluffy rag we keep for just this purpose of late.
We decide to have a bite of lunch before knocking the tent over. The dogs keep getting themselves tangled in the ropes we've attached their leads to, so next trip we'll be adding some snap hooks to the springs on the rope ends, to make it easy to attach and remove the dog leads. It’ll just make life a little easier when the dogs need to be constantly restrained, and hopefully they won’t keep getting tangled, but we’ll have to wait and see of course.