We were all very excited about the prospect of four days at Innes National Park, staying in a restored historic cabin in the Innes Township. The ultimate evidence of our excitement was D and my inability to “hold our jizz” in the days leading up to Christmas – blurting out gibberish such as “when we go camping…” and “while we’re at Innes…” on an almost daily basis. Dear kind-hearted James pretended to be deaf on each occasion. 😳
In the not-so early morning of Proclamation Day (aka Boxing Day) we loaded up the Been with food, water, sunscreen and bug juice and arranged ourselves inside our compact space-rocket, hoping for an experience to rival our last camping adventure to Innes, minus the fisherravers please and thank you. Sharing out the responsibility for a good time equally â€“ an even four way split â€“ we grabbed some coffee from edge delicatessen and blasted out of town.