Author: Rob

8.50 AM

Woke at 3.40 AM and feeling it now. Cold night. Another car pulled in, rooftop, next to the trailer car, and I heard nothing, didn’t know until predawn toilet tread.

Still unzipped so I don’t feel I can warm the car. Not that I have anywhere I want to go.

I have nowhere I want to go.

9.35 AM

How thoughtful.

Not.

Unbelievable. Some people are just unbelievable.

There are 80 car spaces available.

11.32 AM

Just rushed through a bush shower with a car parked but who couldn’t see directly

2.48 PM

I started painting before the shower and finished half an hour ago. Had a lovely chat with a couple who bush walk and the guy goes birding. Told me some places. e.g Ho to Captains Flat and just keep going. Great places there. And go to the end of Wallaroo Rd, there’s a public access to the Murrumbidgee.

Stage 3: Below. Murrumbidgee say Kambah Pools.

Below. Murrumbidgee. Pine Island.

Below. Molonglo Gorge.

Below. Mt Tennent above Tharwa.from Mt Taylor

Awake at 2.50 AM. Now at Kings Park. Good sleep but that’s all I got. Not overly cold. Shot this photo on night setting, before I left the concrete paving carpark.

6.05 AM

Attention! Your use time has expired. Please leave this cubicle immediately! – on repeat.

That’s the recorded American message from the most unnatural and jarring toileting ‘amenity’ EVER made.

It is appalling. Civic idiot decision.

1.50 PM

Arrived Brooks Hill and got my spot!

Shower at Queanbeyan was terrific, especially with a cold wind hooting around.

Quick drive out to Mugga Mugga homestead but typically signposted badly: was closed.

Then to Geoscience again but inside this time.

Touch the moon? I did today.

A piece of it, anyway, as invited. Brought back by Apollo 16 astronauts in 1972.

Spent an hour inside and piled up some pages to read on their website.

4.06 PM

Still have the flu, or a cold. Not well. Wish I had a GP who gives a fuck.

8.50

A van and trailer reversed into the space at the toilets, after dark. Knew what tgey were doing, were quiet and efficient.

A noisy ute roared in, in front of me, I think swapped drivers and left.

The highway is busier now than before dark. Looked like it would be quiet but I now expect there’ll be disruptions. There could have been, Friday night, anywhere I camped..

That was hell, and then progressively got worse.

Red Desert

Solly

Coffee at Kings Park. Woke at 4AM and had a coffee at the lake bush spot while the car engine warmed. Ready for the toilets. Woke several times, uneasy about some visitors but not overly. Who cares?

That’s outwards, Black Mountain on the right.

Dark new moon soon.

Spooky spot, earlier, where I stayed, again.

4 PM

Howling cold wind has hit. From my Ainslie memories I came out to Weston Park and now by the lake to cook dinner. Will try for a stayover spot on the concrete paving again.

Very alone. Thinking all the time about dying, these days. Old Solly the homeless guy behind Campbell High has really moved me. After all these years and immeasurable pain I visit upon his location also as homeless. How would I have known. What a terrible life mine is.

6.36 PM

Moved to the concrete paved carpark. No one here. Cold. Wind doing the damage, but also keeping people away from the lake. A good meal, snug in the van.

Took this before moving here.

Extremely emotional day today, revisiting Ainslie bush. My brother Mark. Solly. School days. Bikes and the Chaly. Ants nests. Red Desert which I’ll have to go back and see again. Our tracks and jumps. And the pain.

And of course my treehouse tree. Ours, really. Older boys. All the boys. A good place to hang myself, I thought.

I wimpered the whole time. So much pain.