To camp is to forget your woes.
GratefulWonder
Growing up I could think of nothing worse than camping. Now don’t get me wrong, I did the backyard tent camping thing. However I really didn’t like having dirty hands and feet to go to bed and the idea of ‘doing my business’ in the bushes. Oh the horror and humiliation!
But a few years ago Husband Dear found an ideal block of dirt; two thousand acres of mountainous grazing area. Not normally two words that go together, ‘mountainous grazing’, but this block has ridges and valleys, ravines and creeks, dams and grazing areas. Our Bush Block is truely magnificent.
Now this block is just that…….a block. There are no toilets, town water or even tank water. There are no amenities or facilities. It is just land with old logging tracks around the place. To spend time here means camping. Serious camping with proper camp fires for warmth, light and cooking. It also means I have to do my business in the bushes!
What I didn’t realise is that to truly camp…. means there is no noise. You have to climb steep ridges to get phone service. There is no traffic noise. There is no noise of any kind, except for actual nature noises. So many birds with their songs and calls. The wind either tickling the trees leaves or at times barging right through. Have you ever heard the harmonic and rhythmic squeak and groan of tree trunks and branches? It provides such peace within. No light pollution so the stars are clear and bright yet the backdrop to those jewels is so inky black. No telescope is needed to appreciate the magnificence of the night sky.
As I write this I get to watch a Kurrajong eating a Native Australian ripe fig. The Kurrajong completely oblivious to me watching in awe and wonder. This is why camping is magical. You get to witness how great nature truly is and how blessed we are to be involved in it.
Grateful Wonder 
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