Racecourse Beach was the destination, and for the next 48 hours we camped in the near deserted campground.
It was a weekend for the boys and for the next couple of days the four little ones formed:
1. a bikie gang doing laps around the campground,
2. a construction company doing excavation on the beach,
3. a small city with matchbox cars and bulldozers making a series of roads and tracks, and
4. a band of environmentalists trying to photograph, or alternatively catch, every possum, kangaroo or goanna in sight.
The Dad's of course waited until after the little ones had gone to bed to sample a nice little warming drink or two before retiring also :)
Whilst the nights and days were cool, there was no rain to spoil our fun. The only glitch was a loose connection with the fridge that caused melted paddle pops - and whist this could have been disastrous - a quick decoy with the promise of fish and chips for dinner resolved any angst on behalf of the little people.
We explored some more of the tracks in the hinterland, visiting Meroo National Park, Mogood Lookout and Shallow Crossing before returning home. The Terry sailed up the Clyde Mountain although I must admit I gave a little cheer at the top! We made it home in good time after a great weekend.
It is always good fun getting out and about in the camper / holiday house and choosing a campground, with the luxury of hot showers (albeit with 20cent pieces required) and power, right on the beach. It was superb.
The only near tragedy of the trip was when I load tested the iPhone by driving over it - but it too survived with barely a scratch. Full details of that story can be found here.
All of the boys had a great time; although we agreed next time it would be more fun to bring the Mums along!
Some more snaps of the weekend can be found here
