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Caravan nestled under the trees.
Outdoor kitchen under the gazebo |
It is almost the end of the burn off season. The native grasses grow pretty high in the wet. Its not uncommon for the grass to be head height. Dry it burns quickly. From the middle of the dry until now-ish there are always
burn offs to reduce fire load before the build-up electrical storms begin. We get pretty good at driving through smoke on the roads.
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There is always the chance of a campfire getting away from campers, who no matter how hot it is seem to believe that they have an unalienable right to make a fire where ever and whenever they want, even right next to my car in a pile of leaves. (Lost my cool that day. School teacher voice like a whip across the car park. Startled campers scampered off to make a pesky fire somewhere else.)
In the pool one day last season a fellow camper told a hair raising tale of a campfire gone wrong and how close they came to their tent going up in flames when the people in the site next door used the
camp fires welcome policy of a camp ground to light a fire on the border of the two sites on a windy cool night.
As I have said before I am one of those strange campers who prefer not to have smoke pouring in through the caravan windows. I quite like to visit someone else's fire and wash the smoke out before bed. And wash the clothes too. Very un-Australian of me.
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| Smoke haze over the Mataranka Homestead caravan sites |
Any way last night the burn off smoke created twilight early, and this morning the almost empty camping areas of the park were misted by smoke and I couldn't resist the temptation to try out the camera on my new ASUS tablet notebook.
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| Smoke like mist in the distance |
Cheers Sue
A Ferg on the Move
