Icy Creek

We had a great long weekend down in Dwellingup this weekend. We stayed at a place called Icy Creek. Apart from the fact that the creek was a mere trickle, I was great.

We arrived and started unpacking our food into the solar powered fridge, when one of the other guests comes in.

"What are you doing here?"
We wait.
"You do not have booking. You cannot be here."
We explained that we had booked and that everything was legit. He went on to lecture us about how he had come here with his family the last five years in a row and had booked out the whole place for the 15 of them. Finally he conceded that we could share. Gave us permission to stay as long as we didn't mind them having a little fun. Little did we know that a 'little fun' meant spreading themselves out into all of the six cabins (Each sleeps 8-12), getting ridiculously drunk, and the yelling at each other into the wee hours of the morning. Nice family. And they do this every year??

So now they have been black listed because the ranger and his wife who live nearby were not pleased either.

Other than that, we had a great time. Cooked up sumptuous meals. Poi practice. Plus Golden Gaytime Challenge. Judy and Paul went into town for more firewood and returned with 4 'Heaven' icecreams and one 'Golden Gaytime.' Of course we had to fight it out for who would have to eat the Gaytime. A competition of Olympic proportion ensued, including Haiku writing, broomhorse racing and poi demonstrations.

Monday we left early so the ranger should kick out the other 'guests' without us being in the way and after bacon and egg burgers, we went for a leisurely canoe down the Murray. Very nice.

Photos later.