The passage of time had seen us go to school together, cut our teeth in the big smoke, before dispersing. As we all have children now, fitting a little time for our own friends is rarer and rarer as our social lives increasingly revolve around our children's schooling / sporting / music / scouting interests.
We met at the Boyd River Campground, in Kanangra-Boyd National Park, as it was almost the exact same distance for all four of us to travel to, from north, south and east. As we all started closing on the park, the weather was looking pretty ominous. It was about 3 degrees and raining sideways, when the suggestion that we bail and head to the Oberon Pub was mentioned... but being tenacious males, we decided to persevere.
And I'm so glad we did. The weather cleared as soon as I arrived, and continued to improve all weekend.
Boyd River Camp |