Caravan of Love & Disaster

Remember when all you had to think about on holiday was your bikini, your book and your towel?  Those days are gone people.  Just a faded sun-on-your-back, suncream-smelling memory.  These days it is all about the packing.  The packing for the holiday, the packing for the day at the river/beach, the packing up from the day at the river/beach, the unpacking back at the caravan, the re-packing of clean versus dirty stuff.  And so it begins again the very next day.  Does The Accountant experience any of this?  I can hear you laughing from here.

Caravan parks are funny places.  Like suburban-life in miniature.  Basically we all live together in tiny versions of houses, which are more annoying, more cramped and with a lot more crap spread about, than you would in the comfort of your own home.  Somehow you never end up sitting outside at the end of the day looking up at the stars on a warm evening.  Even if you did, your reverie would be interrupted from next door "Kevin! Don't put your wet bathers on the bed again, how many times......".

Bright is  a beautiful place and I spent nigh on ten years going there each summer with my aunties and uncles and cousins.  Even when my own family stopped going, I still kept up the vigil.  In those days my Uncle took his boat, and we would go water-skiing on Lake Buffalo every second day for two weeks.  Great fun for us cousins - looking back it must have been exhausting for the adults. 

My Aunties holiday regime would have been a tried and tested formula of housework and childcare within a tent.  With some swimming and skiing thrown in for good measure.  My Uncles days would have gone something like this: pack for lake, put boat in lake, drive boat, fix boat, more skiing, lunch, fix boat, get boat out of lake, put on trailer and drive back to camp ground. Fix boat. Fire up the BBQ for dinner and drink beer.  Fix boat a little more before bed.  There were always three male heads upside down peering at the boat engine.  Although I suspect only one of the heads knew exactly what was going on.

Bright is set in the Alpine region of Victoria and the smell in the air is just as refreshing as the icy-cold water in the Ovens River.  The elixir of life and caravan/housework.