To
people outside the club we must behave like Hobbits. Hobbits
for the people who have not read the books or
seen the movies are little people who like the
comforts of home (look at our campers and caravans) like
to eat first and seconds of every meal (see the following report
of gourmet travellers) and they have adventures in
the mountains. Hobbits sound like they would fit right into our club.
Saturday
morning started nice and slowly with cooked breakfasts
and plenty of coffee. Camp sites were reviewed and engine
bays
were inspected, both interesting past times while
camping. Steven a former member of the club visited for
the day with his new Discovery 3 and immediately had to
jump start my aging Discovery 1. This is probably not the
greatest
way to greet someone especially a new member.
Off we all ventured to the town of Kenilworth to inspect the
famous
cheese factory and have an early morning tea. After
about an hour of nibbling, slurping and licking we were on
the road
again. But not for long because the winery beckoned only
20 minutes up the road.
Blinds
Man Bluff winery welcomed the club in and set about
testing our ability to remain under the .05 limit. When I
paid for the
wine the owner had to put the note a hands distance away
from his face I suppose this is where the blind part of the
name
came from. Nearly an hour later we were back on the
road with the clinking of bottles ant the chattering of happy
passengers. We
wound our way through the beautiful countryside which
was lush and green thanks to the recent rain the area received.
Through
Imbil we drove and onto Lake Boruma. If we
thought the Charlie Moreland Camp Ground was packed with campers
it was nothing on the lake. It was joked that this was
the
only water in South East Queensland that had enough
water to water ski and fish. Unfortunately it looked like
everyone was trying both at once. Finding
a car park was a challenge but we blessed in getting
three tables in the day shed to have lunch in. After everyone
sampled
their purchases from the Kenilworth Cheese Factory,
we were back on the blacktop. Shortly though Barry’s
knowledge of the area and Violet the
Pilot (the pet name of Barry’s
GPS) led us onto the dirt road and into the State Forest.
Up
hill and down dale we went through cleared pine forests,
new plantations, old plantations and rainforest back to
the camp
area. In the 25km that we travelled the scenery was
diverse and the driving enjoyable. We were back by 2:00pm
just in
time for afternoon tea.
See,
we are like Hobbits.
Rob
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