The start of day four found us by a river in a field on an island near somewhere called Hawk’s Nest. This is not my first random camper trip, so I didn’t have high exectations for our campsite, but since the only ‘amenities’ were a big water tank and some skanky port-a-loos that would put the ones at Glastonbury to shame, I was once again struck by the thought that some ‘campsites’ really are just money for old rope.
I’d like to say we got out of there pretty sharpish, but some sand and a bit of wheel-spinning later and we were stuck. Thankfully a nice lady from the camper next door came and helped me push, and pretty soon we were on the open road again (and getting lost again too, lol).
After a few days heading back and forth on the same level we decided to…
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