Last weekend we decided on the spur of the moment (well on the spur of the few days beforehand) to go camping on the Picton river. It’s not very far from our place, but in our six years here have never camped there as a family! So far we usually tend to travel further away, up the east coast, but what could be better than our own doorstep!
We set off on Friday, and intended to camp at Farmhouse Creek, only to find the entrance road was locked up by Forestry for logging operations. Not very impressed, we drove on in search of a new plan, and found a roadside overnight camp not too far on.
View of the stunning river from the bridge,
and an eagerly awaited snack after our camp was set up.
In the afternoon we did some exploring down at the river. Anusha found a piece of charcoal from an old campfire and drew her ever favourite drawing of a princess, while Elki found some rocks to climb.
Saturday morning brought cooler weather and some rain. The children got the campfire crackling to warm our chilly hands and cook porridge for our breaky.
Across the bridge was a mountain bike track through the forest along the river. In the afternoon we went for a walk in amongst the spectacular tree ferns, gums, mytrle, celery top pine, and native laurel.
Scott tells me this is native laurel. I hadn’t seen it before, but it caught my eye with it’s glossy, vibrant leaves. Beautiful.
Anusha loves to venture off into fairyland and disappear amongst the trees.
The amazing multistorey,
and reaching sunlight through fern leaves.
Two old friends.
The children often start a bushwalk with a lot of running (and sometimes falling over!), loving the energy of the surrounds.
I thought this was just beautiful, two ferns coming together as one.
Inevitabely running leads to very tired little feet.
On the walk back I asked the children to stand in front of a couple of the giants we passed on the way in, this was one of them.
On Saturday afternoon we went for a drive to see if we could find another way in to Farmhouse Creek. Sadly we passed coupes of clearfells.
But we did find a way in to Farmhouse Creek on the Picton link road, Yay!
Elki got to work helping set up our new campsite and we spent the next couple of days enjoying the peaceful surrounds.
The magic of fire!
The beautiful stretch of river at Farmhouse Creek.
There was a lot of attempts at braving the refreshing but very cold river!
Exploration up the riverside.
And a fair bit of drawing, card games, and looking up at the trees.
On Sunday we experienced a very exciting siting to round up our trip, a Platypus out for an evening feed! None of us had ever seen a wild platypus, and to start with we thought it was a water rat. I squeeled with excitement when I realised what it was. Very, very special.
Here’s the platypus coming up for air and a swim,
and diving down again.
That evening we had fire cooked potatoes in our camp oven, and corn cooked in their husks.
And on Monday evening we packed up camp and headed back home, leaving me thinking, where to next?