No. 17… Camping… in Winter

I survived… that’s probably the first thing I need to say… but the second is, it actually wasn’t that bad… seriously, it turns out I am not that bad at camping. This weekend Dave and I headed north to Echuca Moama for a spot of camping… now in fairness, it wasn’t as rough as it could have been, it was really just a warm up. We stayed at a caravan park… but still in a tent and it was still very very very cold.

Generally speaking I am a bit soft… well at least that’s the way I think of my self. I am not super good at things that require co-ordination or are outside, I am not really sure why this is… it just is, but for a long time I have wished this wasn’t the case. Recently I have had lots of blogs about wanting to be better, healthier, fitter and stronger… generally a better person, because when it comes down to it, even though I know they are good for me sports are not my strong point… in fact usually they don’t go well, it’s not that I don’t enjoy it, I am just not very good… and I had putting camping in this same boat. I have actually been camping more than I realized, a few school camps, lots of years at SYG and even a previous trip with Dave and his family. But between trips I always start to panic and convince myself that it isn’t a good idea, but it turns out I was wrong. I actually enjoy it, sure it would be nicer a little warmer, but I still enjoy it. My sleeping bag is warm, my tent is generally dry and I usually get to see a part of Australia that I haven’t seen before, plus it usually means getting away from the business of everyday life and spending some quality time with Davo… which I love and as a bonus he loves too… (camping that is… not always having constant attention from me).

Prior to the trip Dave decided that he would encourage me with getting me some gear to making camping easier… earlier this year I go a new sleeping bag… which was awesome, and just last week I got some new walking/hiking shoes so that I didn’t have to wreck my nice purple runners out in the bush… and now that he knows we can do it… camp that is… the list of potential purchases is growing. One thing I will be looking into before our next trip though is how to cook on a trangia (camp cooker) properly. I think we did a pretty good job for rookies but I am sure we can do it better… Maybe even perfect our new favourite dish ‘Peachy Keeny Custard’.

Anyway, here are a few of my favourite photos from the trip… oh and some of my new favourite tradition, photos using the camera timer with the town sign.




Oh and I got to cross number 47. ‘Lie on the ground and look at the stars off the list too… win!

Just call me “Bear George”

Well I survived my first placement… camp and all.

I was actually much more nervous about teaching than I though I would be, I think I had had a lot of friends that had had (wow that’s a lot of hads) bad experiences on teaching rounds, so I think I spent my first week waiting for it all to fall apart, but it didn’t.  I did realise though, that my chemistry knowledge is apparently buried a lot deeper than I thought, and will need to excavated (more than just dug back up!) before I go on my next placement in August.

Prior to my placement I was also a little worried about camp, because lets face it, I am not that outdoorsy and the possibility of a hike/rafting trip was not really my idea of fun.  The thing is though, I have spent a long time convincing people, mostly Dave, that I would be fine hiking or even rafting if needed… but deep down inside I wasn’t so sure.  But the camp has come and gone and other than a few stiff muscles the day after, I survived the hike, camping in the bush and all, luckily I didn’t need to prove my skills in a raft though.

Anyway, here are three things I learnt (well three random things… not necessarily the only things)

  1. Year 8 boys can have an offensive smell on a hot day… what ever the time.
  2.  I don’t know as much as I thought I did about chemistry… but I will
  3. And when it comes to camping… I am a pro… I can set up the tent, cook my dinner, get a good nights sleep, carry my pack all by myself and return home still looking awesome…

Oh and just in case you were wondering, yes yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday was a picture of were I had camped the night before… pretty amazingly beautiful if you ask me… I felt like I could have just walked off the set of McLeod’s Daughters… almost a dream come true.