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Water

Whenever m15561596102_7315309493_zy wife and I go camping it is very unusual if we don’t end up near water. We love camping near rivers, lakes and, especially,the ocean.  Some of our most memorable camping experiences have been next to water of some sort.  In a blog I did over a year ago – Our Top Ten Camping spots, the majority of them were next to water. Even in the arid country of the Grand Canyon the Colorado river still surged through the ravine.

Water has moods.  Water is almost human in the way it moves from c14940018184_cef81c9638_zalmness to fury and back again. A raging angry river, a placid sea or an agitated lake all remind us of traits in ourselves.  There are other aspects. Some watery places are secluded and intimate, others are large and expansive and still others are mischievous or treacherous.  Recently walking along the beach I noted that the most dangerous part of the ocean wasn’t the foaming surf but the dark rip of water that could have taken an unsuspecting swimmer hundreds of terrifying metres  out into the ocean.

15374634478_0527b03fbf_zBut of all the watery places it is the sea that always gives me glimpses of the Creator.  It is untameable and vast.  The sea reminds me of my own smallness and vulnerability.  And yet, when I am in ship or boat it holds me and takes me great distances.  It brought me to Australia as a child, I paddle at its edges and I can ride its waves.  Yet it is always the sea. It continues to have a mind of its own and nothing I do will change it.

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Memories of Windy Days

As I was trying to paint the outside of the house in the howling wind today, my mind wandered back, as it does when the body is involved in mind numbing activities, to the trials of camping in the wind.

One particular event that came to mind was an evening in the delightful hamlet of Waratah in the Northwest of Tasmania. We arrived and the air was still. I pitched the tent but being lazy and seeing that the wind was absent I thought I would dispense with the extra guy ropes. We slept well for most of that night until a Bass Strait gale decided to descend at about 5:30 a.m. We were shocked into alertness when the staves of the tent started bending inwards at an alarming angle and the tent thought it was a plane on a runway preparing for take off.

Camping on a quieter occasion

Camping on a quieter occasion

Scrambling out of our sleeping bags, my wife and I tried to get dressed but we had to do so with our posteriors pushed against the bucking and bending staves to stop them from snapping. After having made ourselves presentable for the outside world under extreme circumstances, we packed our gear and started  dismantling the tent. But I was too eager in my removal of the pegs with the consequence that the tent then decided it wanted to fly to Antarctica. In desperation I picked up the nearest weighty object at hand and threw it on the flailing tent – this happened to be the love of my life. While she was spread-eagled on the angry tent I tried to roll it up underneath her.

Surprisingly, I accomplished this, and kept the marriage intact – which was good, as we still had many hours together in the car to manage that day.

Moral: In the future prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

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When We Didn’t Find a Camp Ground in Time

A while back I wrote about our favourite camping places. There have been times when we didn’t get to a camping place in time and we had to resort to sleeping in the car. Here are our non camping places.

1. In 2003 we arrived at our camping place in the Champagne region of France far too late. The gates were closed and the lights off. So we drove down a country lane and parked close to the grape vines. Trying to sleep in a Skoda Fabia is not an ideal way to spend a night. But at least were in a great part of France!

A Opel Mariva in Provence. Not an ideal car for sleeping in!

An Opel Mariva in Provence. Not an ideal car for sleeping in!

2. On the same trip we arrived late on the outskirts of Verona after crossing the Appennines in Winter. We stopped in an industrial car-park. Still in the Fabia we tried to sleep, my wife on the back seat and me in the front. I was kept awake by a series of furtive and clandestine exchanges made between trucks. Then a well dressed lady arrived at 2am in a BMW and left in a Mercedes.  She returned an hour later and also had me guessing.

3. Previously  I mentioned the brilliant camping places in Norway. The truck stop outside Drammen is not one of them. The Volvo S60 was more comfortable than the Fabia but it was still a car. Then again, the continuous heavy rain made the car more preferable to the tent.

4. Coming back from Germany one evening in the pouring rain we parked at a
truck stop just outside Venlo. This is not one of recommendations either.

5.  The final overnight stop occurred when we dropped of our daughter in Geneva so she could catch a train to Zurich. We were dead tired as we had already survived a blizzard while driving over the mountains towards Grenoble. That was a harrowing drive with the fog and snow, and quite a few vehicles involved in accidents. We couldn’t stop as there was nowhere, we could see, to leave the road. So finally we arrived at a hotel just outside Geneva without a booking. We were informed that the minimum stay was three nights and the total cost would be well over 600 Euro – and we only wanted to stay one night! I was that tired I couldn’t drive safely any further. So we parked in front of the hotel which was part of a shopping centre and saved 600 Euro.

So just as there are some spectacular places to camp, every now and then, the car has to be the last resort – the very last resort!

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Our Top 10 Camping Spots

Continuing with the theme of camping I thought I would list our 10 favourite camping spots. For some of these places camping is the only accommodation available. In one or two cases the facilities are primitive but the area sublime.

1. The Grand Canyon. When we camped there in January, what was particularly cool (apart from the weather) was the snow on the ground and the Coyotes howling across the canyon in the early hours of the morning.

The Loreley

The Loreley

2. The Loreley. This wonderful spot overlooks the Rhine valley. It is like being in a giant train set.

Camping at the Loreley in 2006

3. Gudvangen. This spot in Norway is just an example of many amazing camping places along the fjords. It is hard to find a bad spot to camp in Norway. Here though,  it is important to chose the right season as frostbite is always an option.

The Murray River at Barmah

The Murray River at Barmah

4. The Murray. The Murray River has numerous camping places that we like to return to, such as the Barmah Forest, and the numerous other state forests along its course. The river has moods, colours and a character that is always changing.

5. Hell’s Gates. At the mouth of Macquarie Harbour on Tasmania’s west coast there is a rather primitive camping spot which is amazing in its majesty and fury. The ocean surges into the harbour at this point and the waves on the outer beach can be fearful. If you continue west from here the first country you bump into is Argentina.

Torla, Spain

Torla, Spain

6. Torla. In the Pyrenees in Spain, surrounded by mountains is the town of Torla and the campsite is called Camping Rio Ara. This camping spot is close to the Ordesa y Monte Perdido National Park. On the night we were there the thunder and lightning echoed and ricocheted down the mountain valleys.

7. Villingsberg. On a lake in Sweden near the city of Karlskoga is the Villingsberg camping place. Sweden is covered in lakes and inlets. Each one is special in its own way.

8. Loderups Stranbad. On the south coast of Sweden, east of Ystad, you find one of the many pristine beach camping places.

Roldal Stave Church

Roldal Stave Church

9. Roldal. Another place in Norway we remember fondly is Roldal. It  has majestic views and also a Stave church nearby. When cooking a meal outside the tent one can smile because you have the best dining room in the world. What more could you want?

Narcissus Bay

Narcissus Bay

10. Narcissus Point. On the northern tip of Lake St Clair in Tasmania there is a great camping spot. It is at the southern end of the overland trail. All the camper needs to do is watch out for snakes.

We have to add one more.  11. Santiago in Spain. This is not because the scenery is brilliant … but when we needed to have our clothes washed after the Camino, they took our clothes, washed them, dried them and folded them – all for a nominal fee. That was camping with style!

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The Simple Life

Recently I reflected on my parents camping over 60 years ago. They traveled around Holland and Belgium by tandem bike. Yet I am still amazed, when I go on holidays, and  I see the amazing rigs that people take with them.

I remember being on the way to the Grand Canyon on Martin Luther King Day in 2003. We encountered hundreds of “Snowbirds” driving their huge, coach sized RVs from the north, heading towards the camping in snowwarmer climes in the south towing the family car or truck behind them. No comfort was spared on the trip. On one evening, camped at Lake Havasu (the town  in Arizona that has London Bridge straddle part of its man made lake) we had our little 3 man tent surrounded by RVs and campers. Sadly I don’t have a photo of that but it looked very ironic. What I found sad is that people don’t even leave their motor-homes. All they do is relocate their isolation! To me that defeats the purpose of venturing out into the world.

campingI would like to argue that camping should be a simple exercise – getting close to nature and other people. The fewer encumbrances the better. My wife and I don’t use a tandem but we try and get some long hikes into our camping schedule. As far as equipment is concerned, if it doesn’t fit into the VW Golf it doesn’t come.

I feel blessed that I have a “cheap” wife. I must explain. A friend couldn’t go camping unless all the mod cons came with them. He had to buy a very expensive caravan and a 4WD to tow it. My wife is happy with fewer comforts than I am. That is why I am blessed. A tent, a stove, a small table and two chairs and we have our home away from home, and when we hike we leave the furniture behind.

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Blessed

psalm 32

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A Few Photos of Our Three Day Escape

Yanakie at dusk

Yanakie at dusk

The colours of dusk at Yanakie

The colours of dusk at Yanakie

Tidal River

Tidal River

Camera hogs at Squeaky Beach

Camera hogs at Squeaky Beach

Tidal River

Tidal River

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God and Camping

LORD, our Lord, 
   how majestic is your name in all the earth! Psalm 8:1

One of the simple joys in my life is camping. My wife and I throw a tent, sleeping bags and stove (and Grover) in the back of the car and we explore a place we haven’t been to before, or visit a favourite from the past. Very seldom are we disappointed.

At least two things occur on these short trips. One, we are re-enamoured with God’s creation. We are reminded of the beauty, variety and uniqueness of our surroundings. Overseas guests often imagine kangaroos hopping down the main street. The fact is, many of us don’t see them out side of zoos and animal parks or as road kill on the side of a country highway. To wake up in the morning and have kangaroos grazing around the tent is quite special.

The other key event, is our re-connection with God. We take the time to read Scripture and pray in these special surroundings and to reflect on creation as we walk. Again, we are never disappointed. God revitalises and renews our spirits. Every time we come back home we have a renewed appreciation of God and His creation.

With David we can declare, “Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.”

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No Words, Just Pictures

A few scenes from this weekend’s camping trip.

Glenelg River

Neighbour

Sand dunes near Portland.

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