Everyone knows that first priority on making camp is to find the perfect marshmallow stick, even the baby. Of course, nobody had told Orlando about the fire ban >_< Oh well, at least we had confirmation right from the get-go that young Master O is a natural camper. more…
If you look carefully in the photo, O is equipped with his magic blanket as well as a spare leaf.
Check out the cool antennae! Also popular are the legs, looks like a jig.
This early riser I found climbing our Been. It climbed to + then sat on the roof a while being very shiney. . .
. . . + then was possibly eaten, if so it was probably by one of these tiny colourful fellows.
Mr. Blue here was happy just running around our camp, being cheeky + wagging its nether regions.
Looking for spiders?
Checking his hair?
We may never know the truth.
~_~”
What else did we see? A centipede, some of those yellow-pincered jumping ants (yeah, wtf right?), loads of galahs + green parrots, 3 Big-Ass crows, butterfly families, a couple wallaby, + more than a few hares (invasives, unfortunately). There was a partial bandicoot sighting, but that doesn’t count.
Thunderyshowers were forecast but we had a dry night + a sunny day for hiking (as seen here in designer French Outback).
Nice smooth little face there!! And the baby is cute too! 😛 You can’t camp with a buttondown cardigan!? Where’s the flannel? How come you didn’t stick him in under a cage trap? Then you could run around screeming, “I THINK THE DINGO ATE MY BABY!!”
MMmmmm Dingo bait……now that’s camping!
*jealousy of the Australian beauty is all to evident! 🙂
Wow, Pretty. Love the giant grasses. We’ve got something similar in Arizona, gotta take a photo next time I’m near it.
Good to get the kid in the outdoors. Too many kids stay indoors and know nothing of the outside world. Probably where all those fears of spiders, bees, and other silly little things comes in.
Orlando’s cute in his camping getup. Should have brought an imitation fire, gas fueled and safe during most bans, but still cooks a marshmallow. Not the same, but better than nothing.
Cheers,
Daggertooth
Fortunately no dingos in Deep Creek, jj @_@
Yeah, the giant grasses rock. I also like the deep scrub that forms canopy over the trails, so it feels kind of like a hedge maze.
I guess we could roast marshmallow over our simmerlite, but that seems wrong, + wouldn’t the mallow come out flavoured like white gas? You said it best – not the same. . .
Orlando had such a good time. He’s a big fan of tent technology, so waking up in a proper one equalled lots of happy squealings. He was so cozy on my back he fell asleep, which is pretty unusual. The rest of the time he was lookin’ + grabbin’ + natureshowhostin’ like a pro ^_^
No worries about the marshmallows. When you get to Alaska, we can roast them in the fireplace!