I thought about saving this for a Humpday Holiday post but I couldn’t wait till Wednesday. And besides, I already have an idea for this Wednesday’s holiday and it’s a good one.
Kate from Fox’s Lane has taken off with her farmer boy and three daughters to travel around Australia in a caravan. She recently wrote this post about everything she wants to remember about their trip so far and it got me reminiscing about a similar trip (from Cairns to Bowral the long way) that my family took in 1988. I was nine (almost ten) at the time and I remember a lot, mostly due to the many many photos we took and our journals. I dug out my journal yesterday along with the family journal/scrapbook we kept.
Leaving Cairns:
My first diary entry:
I suppose I’ll get used to boring car rides. So grateful for this experience! And it seems Ingham was a highlight.
From the family scrapbook:
I can clearly remember the keys getting locked in the car. I guess I was worried we’d be stuck there.
From my diary again:
They were great. I took a photo.
One more from the family scrapbook:
I remember this day too. Driving through rivers that had big warning signs about crocodiles and watching European tourists wading through the water to find the best route. Yikes. We preferred the wait for another car and follow it method. And the dust. It covered everything.
In case I didn’t say it at the time, thanks Dad, it was a great experience!
I was lucky enough to return to the outback in 1995 on a school trip. I kept a journal then too, we all did, but it’s more a collection of letters from friends. I found it yesterday too:
This handy map, drawn by a friend, shows “the idiots who stayed home” and “us now. Cool!”
An actual entry from me:
Still on the Oodnadatta Track. Still dusty.
I found other travel journals in the box too – India, SE Asia, Morocco – perhaps I’ll share some pages from these for future Humpday Holiday entries. It’s pretty funny comparing mine to Dave’s. Mine are very factual, where we went, what we ate, where we stayed, how we got there. Dave can write pages about how he felt visiting a temple. I’m glad we have both.
So I wish Kate and her family well on their adventure and look forward to following along on the now travel blog. Nine year old me would have loved to skip with her girls at a caravan park.




















