CAMPSITE # 18 - Driving me crazy

Ever driven and felt like you're never going to arrive at your destination? Ever driven and felt like the drive is going on for ALOT longer than it should? Ever driven 456kms instead of 46 purely due to poor planning?


Yes.
Yes.
And unfortunately, Yes. Damn it.


After scooting into Batemans Bay for a quick visit to our favourite camping store to buy some much needed, ultra comfy Coleman's Camping Chairs (with bonus footrest whoop whoop) for $95each... a cheap couch if you ask me...


We had this bright idea that we would make route back to Jervis Bay to enjoy what we missed 5 days ago. It wasn't until 3 hours and 200kms of driving north that we actually took a moment to realise... hmm the weather is actually pretty crap and has been so all morning. So why exactly are we driving all of this way to JB to pay a ridiculously high campsite fee and sit in the tent all day. So what did we do... we drove South.. And ended up at a campsite called Araleun Creek just 46kms from where we started. Somebody shoot me!! 

We also calculated that we have done at least 4 times more gravel/dirt road driving in Hope than we have done on the whole trip in Charlie... just don't let that one slip to NRMA. I must say, (and I know it's a bias opinion) but Mr Simpson has absolutely out done himself in the man points department over the last few days... 


Man Point # 1
Amy driving on gravel road. Hits black soil. Amy has no idea what black soil even looks like and to this day would probably still struggle to tell you. Tom tells Amy it's black soil. Amy hits the brakes (smart move Amy). Hope skids into infinity and thankfully not into a tree. Hope gets stuck in black soil. Amy freaks out and yells at the radio for playing too loud. Tom casually exits vehicle. Places some foreign objects under problem tyre. Tom gives Amy some manly directions. Hope escapes possible $$$ charge on NRMA hire charge account. Amy turns radio back on. Tom has smile on face.


Man Point # 2
Arrive at wet campsite. Amy dreads the cold and begins negotiating wet tent. Tom perplexed as all possible firewood in surrounding areas soaking wet. Tom takes leatherman & a piece of string. Tom climbs tree and lassos some broken branches. Tom swings from trees. Tom beats chest. Tom clicks fingers. Tom make fire. Fire very hot. Woman not so cold.

This campsite marks for us the first night of sleeping in the car, well the passenger & drivers seat at least. And it was horrible. The tent was far too wet for us to even bother putting up so we hang it out to dry over Tarzans smoking hot fire and decided to sleep in the car. Ewww. Ewww. And Ewww. Nominated the worst nights sleep to date. Ewww.