Selectively Juggling

As an Australian I have had the great pleasure of camping in the outback, laying under a velvety jewel encrusted night sky. I have camped in the centre of Australia, surrounded by astonishing deserts and abundant animal life, and no other humans around. I’ve camped amongst giant old growth forests in Tasmania. I’ve watched as a mother and baby wombat left their footprints in the Tasmanian snow. Their snowy prints leaving an indelible mark in my minds eye and heart. They walked unhurried amongst twisted and gnarled snow covered trees. The whole scene was fantastically orchestrated by nature. I’ve camped on many beaches in Western Australia- watching as the days sun sets over the ocean. I’ve camped amongst Ancient Aboriginal rock paintings – amongst sandy waterways and dancing river gums (trees) , all while under the watchful eyes of crocodiles.

I’ve camped in every state and Territory. I’ve bush camped amongst ancient lands, lazing in smooth pebbly rivers – eyes to the heavens mesmerised by sunlight eagles.

My family love camping, and not the busy campgrounds, but pristine, unhurried and unspoiled lands. We last followed the mighty Barka River as it snaked its way through the vast Australian landscape. During which we sat idly along the swollen riverbank, watching as the water coursed and black red crested cockatoos sung. No other humans around, no noise pollution, no air pollution or light pollution, just us disconnected to technology and stress – Connected to ourselves, each other and the earth. Getting away and camping helps to give me perspective and gratitude. It’s like gently hitting the pause button, and allowing myself to ponder, wonder and wander.

We’ve got the whole set up – solar powered and everything else needed to set up comfortably out bush. I absolutely love cooking over an open campfire too.