We woke on the Friday to bad news that a friend of ours from our time in Papua New Guinea days, had passed away. We decided to divert our break and head to Sydney to pay our respects and to make a speech during the memories of Darryl.
Our motor home often manages to find the Free Camp at Seymour for a night or two. As we made our way out of Gundagai, another Motorhome didn’t like ours and tried to run us off the road. Just as he overtook us, he cut across in front of us sending us into a plastic white post which did some damage just behind the front passengers door. It could have been much worse with a culvert just beyond the post. Our journey became a little tainted with anger at the greedy motor home driver.
We had had good reports of a great free camp at Gunning north of Yass on our way to Sydney. So we aimed to arrive early in the day to get a good spot and leave late in the afternoon headed for Sydney. The donation camp was worth the stay with lots of bird life using the reeds across from us as breeding grounds and hide outs from other birds in chase.
On our way back to Geelong, we’ve stopped back at the Seymour Free Camp where it appears they are endeavoring to make the Old Goulburn bridge at least walkable for us campers to get to the town of Seymour using a walking track.
It’s time to ‘get-a-way’. Seymour is just 100 minutes away and the weather forecast is for sunny warm days over the other side of Australia’s Great Dividing Range. We had a steel ramp installed in the gutter where the gr8l1f.com parks so may as well give it some work to do.
The new steel ramp – built just for us.
Other campers were a long way away on Friday night.
The free camp across the Goulburn River near Seymour is a great spot to veg out. Lyn’s blood pressure has been up over some things at work and we are both just about over a cough/flu/cold, so the being away will bring us back to the ‘slow life’ again.
Water in various forms is a great healer and relaxer, even though we can’t bring ourselves to taking a swim in the murky Goulburn River. The cicadas started their one and only tune by 9:00am so ‘listening for silence’ was not on the agenda. There are a few campers along the river but none of them seem to make good talkers; no stories of their exploits around this great land.
Looked like a kingfisher.
Saturday night – a few more travellers.
The river is not a fast torrent here but sure does heal. We have quickly moved into grey nomad mode. This new motorhome is good to live in. There is a nice feel about it and everything works well. A cuppa in bed looking over the river is always the order of the day but the early arrival is not what today is all about. At home, the cuppa comes along at 6-7:00am, but today, we have slept in and 9:00am starts our day – after the cicadas have revved up. Days of ‘doing nothing’ should be part of everyone’s life. Interrupting ‘busyness’ should be on every agenda. Lyn needed the break and it sure did wonders.
Sunset beyond the trees/
Ready to be kahunad
A classic view from the lounge chair.
Sunday came and so did the 9:00am cuppa tea and the fruit salad and waffles for breakfast. Another glorious blue sky day, and the cicadas on their finely tuned rendition of ‘a day in the life of a noisy member of Noah’s ark’ were at it again. A massage on the banks of a river is always hard to knock back and Lyn was able to enjoy that; I missed out again.
In the late afternoon, we took the long way around to the town of Seymour. The ride on the trail across the river from our camping spot, is sealed and easy to enjoy. Shady trees arched across the path which at some places camouflaged the pot holes in the trail causing a sudden shudder in the bike. The free camp at Seymour doesn’t have a toilet like many of the free camps around Australia, but we hear one is to be constructed – soon. (Soon is a word often used by councils to describe a time period meaning ‘a day in the distant future’). We found the closest toilet to the camp site. It is so far away that if you had to walk to the loo each time you wanted to use it, you would forget why you had made the 4 or 5 km trudge in the first place. (Shsssshhh I used the loo in the motor home for the first ever time – don’t tell the family).
Across the Goulburn River is our motorhome
I wish the council would repair the bridge – would make the walk to the loo so much shorter.
Our decision to return home early Monday morning was a good one as the traffic was good and the early morning mist hanging around the farms was a great sight to enjoy. Seymour? A great spot for a couple of days of R&R. We recommend it and will be back.