Apparently Glenn likes to be a little spontaneous and his planning is more like a series of loose suggestions. Friday morning the plan was to head to Burrendong Dam for camping and kayaking. Saturday morning we headed out towards Tottenham, in the opposite direction.
We got to Tottenham in time for a spot of breakie in the local cafe, and I happened to spot a roadsign to Centre of NSW Cairn across the road and mentioned it to Glenn. So instead of taking a direct route to Condobolin we decided to head to the geographical centre of our state.
It wasn't all that exciting really, just a pile of rocks with a sign. At least we can say that we've been there. After taking a quick gander at the cairn we choofed off towards Condo. We were sure we were heading in the right direction, but when we got to an intersection the signs were all knocked about and pointing the wrong way (we didn't know for sure at the time it was the wrong way, we only suspected). So we turned off and we were sure we were heading back to Tottenham instead. Turns out we were, we just took the extra-scenic scenic route.
Once we got to the Cobar-Condobolin Road Glenny was in familiar territory and we safely arrived at the Shell servo in Condo. I have to confess at this point that I am an avid people watcher, and so is Glenn. Only he is really vocal in his observations, and there happened to be a campdraft going on so there were RM Williams wearing, Akubra toting country folk everywhere. There were two girls in particular who were looking down their noses at absolutely everything and everyone they saw. I can't really repeat what he had to say about them, but I was in stitches for a good 15 minutes which I'm fairly certain offended the cowgirls.
By the time we got to Forbes we decided we were headed to Wyangala. Before we were even halfway there the clouds started rolling in, but we chose to ignore them and ploughed onward.
I've always wanted to see the Japanese Gardens in Cowra, so after a lot of pleading Glenn finally relented and we headed out that way. As we were pulling up we were scratching our heads trying to figure out why there were so many cars parked there, till we saw the formal clothes and seating and realised there was a wedding on. Bloody wedding, I still haven't seen the Japanese Gardens. We also had a sticky beak at the POW campsite, which we found a little underwhelming.
So we ventured on to Wyangala, already starting to freeze our butts off. Well, I was, he seems to be immune to the cold. It's shorts, t-shirt and thongs everyday. It is good value to camp at Wyangala, $15 for two overnight.
The only reason we had to camp was Glenn really needed to test out how his gear held up with the new ute. I'd say it went pretty well, the 30 second tent only took about 40 to put up.
That night we had mad, deep conversations about the origins of life on Earth and evolution.
One thing you need to understand about Glenn is that he is allergic to being photographed (his words, not mine). I spent ages trying to get sneaky snaps without any success. So the next morning, I tried the sneaky video recording while he was cooking breakfast:
As you can see, not a very good effort but that was all I could get. So everyone, meet Glenn: the cranky bugger ;P
The trip home was just as random. We stopped at the Age of Fishes museum in Canowindra. Biggest waste of money ever, but now I know that the plural for fish of the same species is fish and the plural for fish of different species is fishes.One of the displays mentioned both the theories we had debated the night before, without any definitive conclusion. So that debate will probably rage on for awhile.
Anywho, after Canowindra we headed to Parkes and saw all the Back Yamma Bigfoot riders out in force along the way. We then stopped at the Dish, which we decided was much better than the Age of Fishes museum. We did make the mistake of buying lunch there, $25.60 for two sandwiches and a couple of drinks. Glad we didn't feel like the $17.10 burgers.
Looking back over the weekend it really was fun and random and all that good stuff, and now that I've got this all typed out I can't imagine how anyone else could actually appreciate how good it was without actually being there. So let me reassure you that I'm still smarting about that bloody wedding, and we froze overnight in our little tent.
The end.
