We can tick off another camping trip for the year.
South Coast or bust and yeah, I was that close to busting.
It’s a tumultuous love affair with the great outdoors. There’s a fine art in figuring out how to appreciate its majestic beauty in dry comfort and adequate warmth.
While there is no perfect balance, in zen-like fashion, I’m slowly accepting that only trial and error will get us close.
Firstly, camping stretchers suck.
Having a 5 year old insists crawling into already compromising sleeping space, it’s a race to see what will cave first – your back or your sanity.
For me, it was both.
Being the notorious bed hogger at home, Nunu was completely oblivious that his mother’s limbs were hanging out while her spine was painfully digging into the steel frame.
Possibly waking up half the camp site, I leapt out of the stretcher, cursing and swearing while scrambling in the dark for the spare sleeping bag.
“Here, I’ll swap! You sleep with K-Bear” Mr Surfer tried to reason with me.
“I don’t want to sleep with a child in my bed! Period!” I hissed back.
Out came the sleeping bag. Ironically, it was the best sleep I had and that hard ground managed to slip my back into place.
Check camping dates:
Having booked many months prior, we (read: Mr Surfer) got our dates mixed up.
Imagine my stress levels while shopping at the local Woolies with my friend who reads the text message from her husband:
“Park ranger is looking for Mr Surfer. Says that today is check out.”
No chance of negotiation as next campers were arriving later that day and had specifically booked our camp site.
Arriving at my folks’ that evening, the long hot shower and accessible Foxtel, I was secretly happy, happy, happy.
Keep camping and camping and camping till you get it (kinda) right:
I’m ain’t no quitter, damn it.
Despite the hiccups, I’m determined to conquer this camping caper.
Each trip will be better than the last.
Filled with so many great kiddie facilities and scheduled activities, I also anticipate Merimbula Beach Resort and Holiday Park will become a family favourite.
It is a trek for Sydney siders being a solid 7 hour drive.
(We stopped over at my folks’ in Canberra for one night before continuing on the next day).
Instead, it seems to be the idyllic holiday spot for Victorians.
There’s 2 swimming pools (one heated), a games room, massive jumping pillow. There’s the short walk to the beach.
Then the dozens of lorikeets eager to make friends.
For the grown ups? A fully licensed restaurant and café.
I may have publicly performed a happy dance in my PJs and uggs on Good Friday when not only discovering the café open but that its coffee was smooth and heavenly good.
We just need to fix the bedding situation.
Reservation for single room, please?
Joining Essentially Jess for #IBOT