Here I was this morning lying in our Winnebago bed, butt nekid and slap bang in the middle of Melbourne City, parked in a little lane near the showgrounds. The sound of horses hoofs clopping by my window on their way to training at the track and the rustle of leaves competing with the clatter of distant trams. Magical.
Yesterday I woke to the sound of crashing waves and the smell of the ocean parked snugly in a little nich off the Great Ocean road and tomorrow? Who knows. That will be up to my whim, my new found skills as a top spot hunter and my buddy Google maps.
There is something incredibly exhilarating and primal about free camping. It feels for me almost like it’s the way things are supposed to be. Every night hunting down a fresh new spot. Seeing if I can out do my last stunning vista. Or looking for a totally new aspect altogether. Wondering just how much the poor sucker whose house I’m parked in front of paid for his view, that I now share for FREE. Or drinking in the novelty and my brilliance and another secret little hide away well hunted down.
Uggg yes its all very cave man. But to be honest I think that aspect of life may be one of the great losses in modern society. No more hunt n kill, Search and provide. A comfortable box and a Woolworths takes care of all that. So what’s a bloke left to do?
Ahh but out here on the road the sense of the hunt is still alive. What do I fancy tonight? Will it be a cliff top I can see for miles on, a cozy gully surrounded by mountains, a super convenient inner city spot or a ‘life on the open road’ gypsy like truck stop.
The people out here are different too. They all say hello and they’ll all give you a smile and a hand if you need it. You have a common thread and there is an instant feeling of comradery rather than competition.
You’ll see places and talk to people you never knew existed every single day and because of that the mind opens that bit wider, troubles of the past seem that much smaller, and the opportunities become that much clearer.
It takes a while to click into the natural groove of the road. But when the scales eventually fall from your eyes life seems so much richer and rewarding than before. Lets face it we were hunter gatherers for hundreds of thousands, even millons of years. Just because we have an ipod & a pair of Prada shoes doesn’t make it not so now!
Out here the world really feels like your Oyster. Things you never thought you would do or see seem that much more achievable. And everything seems that much more possible
It might not be for you, but if you think its time to shake up the old you, get your gypsy on and get out here n join the party
September 7th, 2010
1 Comment on "A million years cant be wrong – ugg"
I read you well and clear.
I get butterflies in the tummy just thinking about the possibility of doing just that.
I remember when I was on the road a few years back traveling as a rep’ I never laughed so much nor had so much fun meeting different folks from all over.
The things you see out there…I found, when on the road, that that first meal of bacon, eggs(and I mean real deep yellow yokes), tomatoes, toast and that POT OF TEA would have to be the best meal that I have ever eaten…
Don’t know why it just is! The Queen couldn’t eat better!
I yearn to get back out there, life has me backed into a corner so I am going to have to get my head around doing little trips in the car with my granddaughter every now and again to keep the “Cave Man/Woman” appeased.
In the meantime if you need a bit of land to rest that beautiful traveling home of yours and just home base for awhile here at Donvale, Vic..Mi Casa, Su Casa.
2 acres of native suburban bushland for your little one to run around in and a basic lifestyle. Friendly company, use of a my car for short run trips as I spend most of my time on the computer building my websites, landline etc
Nothing too fancy here…downright basic really…let me know if you would like to hook up.
Cheers,
Marylyn(SuperNan/Nannie CanDo)
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