Just a few pics of our location – we were alone for the first night at this sandy beach, just outside the Barmah National Park, on the Murray River.

Carter’s Beach, Ulupna Island … just part of it (Nikon D3000)
The day after we arrived, we put up our new gazebo for the first time. Had a bit of luck there, picking up a heavy duty one at a camping store for just over half price. We got a fair bit of wind, now and then, and ended up taking it down for one night, so it wouldn’t get damaged, or cause damage! It was easier to put up, second time round.

Carter’s Beach, Ulupna Isalnd March 2018 (Nokia Lumia 530 phone)
The kookaburras got more daring as time went on, revisiting us once all the weekenders went. We had campfires on our last days, when the weather cooled. Mornings were chilly, we were in shadow until after 8am or so.

Kookaburra sitting on the handle of our spade, by the campfire (Nikon D3000)
The kookaburras helped themselves to Vika’s dogfood, if I left her bowl uncovered. On our last evening, I’d removed the annexe walls and one of the devils perched in the sink – where I had three little scraps of cooling bacon for Vika’s treat. The braver bird liked flying close, we would feel the wind of its wings as it swooped past.

What’s for breakfast? (Nikon D3000)
Vika pretty much pretended she couldn’t see it. A lot of the time, we had to keep her confined to her dog box, since she liked wandering off to other camps to bark at their dogs. It was like having a kid, one had to watch her constantly.
The only downside of our holiday, was – towards the latter part of our week – we were invaded by mice. Mr R. has acute hearing and could her them gallivanting about in the annexe. In the end, I had to pack away the kitchen sink inside its locker each night.
Stay tuned for some awesome images of koalas.
Thanks for looking.
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Gorgeous location. Sorry about the mice. Kookaburra’s are great scavengers. You forget about the creatures when you are out camping until you either see or hear them. At a guide camp we actually slept in the site shed. It hadn’t been established as a proper camp and we were there to trial it out. Put desert boots (remember the DB’s) under my head part of my sleeping bag. Went to put them on in the morning and wondered if I had left a sock inside, gave it a shake and a huge huntsman staggered out looking the worse for wear and wobbled away. Always wondered what happened to him and how had he got in there.
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I always shake my shoes before putting them on – especially camping. The kookaburras had a scavenge in our woodpile, the mice were hanging out in there through the day, I think. One of the girls in the camp next door screamed when she was clearing out their little tent on the Monday – I thought snake (because one of the young blokes on the other side of us shepherded a small swimming snake away from swimmers just the day before). I guess it was a mouse. Her fellow had to pack up the whole lot, she wouldn’t go near the tent again. 🙂
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so funny, if you are a spectator
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