Shanti reports…

One day in September Mum packed the car and said we were going on an overnight camping trip. I didn’t know what camping was but any trip in the car is exciting, so needless to say I jumped in the car with high hopes!

We drove out to Cragieburn campground. Mum picked a parking spot close to the toilets but moved a bit later when the noise of the everyone baning the toilet door got annoying. We went for a walk and explore along Sidle 73 before enjoying dinner al fresco next to the car.

What I didn’t realise then is that camping meant sharing my luxurious space in the back of the car with Mum. I was committed. No way to back out. I had to be a gracious host and give Mum the half-length behind the driver’s seat. This is my preferred side to sit, but I’ll say no more on the matter.

I can’t say either of us slept well. I remember a starlit walk at some ungodly hour and lots of yawning. We were up with first light too. Mum had coffee. I had my morning milk and we went on another explorative walk. At least camping has some benefits - exploring. (Hhmm - does that rhyme with snoring?)

This time we headed up the Mistletoe Track to Helicopter Hill. It was my first mountain adventure. It had snowed overnight and there was a light dusting of snow on top. Perfect for my first uber-cool mountain dog photo without really suffering in the cold white stuff.