Not even the predicted rain, cold snap and snow could stop seventeen
people attending this annual camp in the Stirling Range, four of them
being hardy (or foolhardy!) bods on their bikes toting their tents.
Some even turned up on Friday and left on Monday (and it did snow then).
What lured everyone? Was it the superb setting with the Stirling Range
as the backdrop?
Or the wonderful (and thank you very much) hospitality of John and Kerry
Davis, who organized or supplied useful stuff like toilets, the shed
shelter, the BBQ, the cooked breakfast, the singalong music, the
especially built shower or the Big Fire?
Was it Wes Thomas’s Renowned Roast, cooked slowly and superbly on his
own portable unit? Was it the Jim Sharp drumsticks (soft serve) and cake
for sweets? Or his two extra fire pits and lovely jarrah to burn?
His truck was like a Tardis as he unloaded one thing after another.
Was it the prospect of Kylie’s birthday and the Cake, especially baked
and decorated in Gnowangerup? It was delicious!
Sorry Kylie, we thought of you through every crumb. Bruce and Kylie
ALMOST got to leave. A flat battery, a headlight glass and a cut hand
requiring surgery stopped them. And that’s a story for Bruce and Kylie
to tell.
Was it the company, the chance to relax, talk bike talk, share stories
and memories, and sort out the universe over the food and drinks?
Probably all of the above, and lots of experience for keeping warm by
keeping the fires going, the
beanies, gloves and coats on and the urn going. There’s something about
camping isn’t there!