Over the weekend we did a very quick trip up into the mountains, to one of our happy places, the glorious Victorian high country in the Great Alpine National Park. It doesn’t take much to please us: a grassy campsite up on the plains, a campfire with spuds thrown in, a filthy dirty but very contented toddler and cool mountain air.
We only left home on Saturday morning and were home Sunday afternoon in time for our Sunday evening tennis commitments, but it was just what the doctor ordered. With the high country almost in our backyard, it doesn’t have to take much to throw some clothes in a bag and food in the Engel and be off for a quick gallivant around the hills. We realised with some horror that it was in fact Eleanor’s first foray into the high country – what bad parents! With our family holiday to Fiji in 2014, and then a big touring camping trip to the Flinders Ranges last year, we haven’t done much local camping in awhile. Silly really. More weekends like this need to happen, renovation projects will be waiting for us at home.
Simple pleasures, simple food, simple exploring, simple memory making – I took limited toys for Eleanor which went unplayed with, she happily bounced along our four-wheel-driving tracks and slept and snacked. Sausages were cooked on the coals, baby names were discussed around the campfire, mountain rivers splashed in and maps spread out already planning further trips that will only take a mere 48 hours. Not long enough says husband, but realistically doable says wife.
Been on any weekend jaunts recently?
Camping with a toddler?
Local gems you like to escape to regularly?