Goomburra, 12 - 14th September 2008

 

The annual weekend at Goomburra has always been a popular weekend away. This year was a little different. I don’t know if it was the change of weekend, just one of those things or the novelty has worn off. Whatever is was, we will have to see how it goes next year to see if it will continue.

A work colleague of mine, Ted, has been up here from Victoria and we have been intending to get out for a ride for some time. As he was moving on, this was our last opportunity so he bought his riding gear back from the deep south and I put him on the Deauville. That was, after I replaced a set of paper thin front disc pads!

Friday after lunch with Therese on board, with the trailer and the new camping outfit, both out for the first time, and Ted on the Deauville we headed for Aratula to meet up with whoever was there. Running late which seems to be getting more normal for me we arrived, with a few spots of rain on the windscreen, at 2:57 for a 3:00 departure. Bear and Jayne, John and Linda and Phil and Vicky were already there but we weren’t that late, Thommo and Val pulled in after us and Meady wasn’t there yet.

Time for a coffee and introductions of Ted while we waited for Meady. Good thing too, no sooner did we get a coffee than the rain started. Very heavy and then followed by hail. We were worried about Meady of course as the storm was heading his way, but we were unable to raise him on the phone or CB. With the storm over, I threw some gear in the trailer and discovered that it leaks. That will be a problem as we head for Victoria next weekend! Can’t wait for Meady any longer so we head for Goomburra to make sure we are camped before dark. Arriving at the camp grounds, here’s Meady already with the new Elite camper set up and he’s enjoying a coldie. So much for us waiting and worrying about him.

Campers were unpacked, tents were erected, Ted was introduced to the bunkhouse where, due to our lack of numbers he was destined to spend the night alone. Compared to some years, that would mean it was at least peaceful. Unfortunately, our host decided that we were not particularly welcome due to our reduced numbers and there was to be no fire or karaoke.

Friday night was cool so this meant we all gathered around our own fire back near the luxurious residences, our tents, and settled in to enjoy the companionship and a few drinks. I’m not all together sure that Thommo really enjoyed his drinks as when he went for the first scotch of the afternoon he discovered the scotch had not been packed. John and Linda thought that was a great joke as drinks are far more important than the tent poles they had forgotten the previous year, or in the case of this year, warm clothes. Around the fire, stories were exchanged, no lies were told of course and a few ports were consumed. Stories of past years were told and Val told Thommo that if he played up this year she would cover him where he lay and leave him there for the night.

 

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Saturday dawned a beautiful day and we were treated to a great breakfast and plans drawn for the day. Bear, Jayne, Thommo and Val headed for Omanama near Inglewood, Phil and Vicky did the Warwick thing and Therese and I took Ted on a ride of the district to show him that Queensland country is just as good as Victoria. Our ride took us to Killarney where a stop-off at the pub led to a wonderful chat with an old chap about the bikes he had when he was young. A stop off in Yangan for a coffee and a few beers for Saturday night followed then back to the camp grounds to catch up with the others who were arriving today.

Eric and Deb spent the day on tenterhooks waiting for news of a new grandchild and when the news arrived that was cause for celebration. Good to meet up with Don, a new member, and Paul, who has since joined, from the Gold Coast and they were able to meet a new group of Wingers.

Saturday night was a fairly quiet night but at least we had the big fire to sit around and there were a few more members present. Although the karaoke machine was available, the atmosphere did not seem to lend itself to the usual festivities. Later in the evening when a few of us had adjourned back to camp for a few ales etc, the trip to Inglewood proved too big of a day for Val who dozed off in her chair. After all those times Val has looked after him, Thommo was quick to look after her in line with her advice of the previous night, so he found a tarp and covered her to keep her warm.

 

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Sunday morning and it was time to pack up. Eric and Deb were away early to visit the grandchild. After a bit of excitement caused by a caravan coming off the car as it exited the park, we were all packed and ready to leave. Except Meady of course. It now dawned why he arrived early. As other members usually provide entertainment during the unpacking and packing process, Geoff was determined not to become the centre of attention with his first unpack and repack of the Elite. After two attempts I managed to get my tent rolled to the correct size to fit in the trailer. Ted enjoyed his weekend and thanks everyone for their hospitality.

The trip home saw us take a few detours to check out some potential alternative sites if the decision was made not to return next year. During the ride Therese raised the issue of where our camera was. I hadn’t remembered packing it but suggested that it must be in the trailer and thought no more of it. Lunch was in Boonah and before we headed home, Geoff arrived; apparently the packing had gone OK anyway and we hadn’t missed any good entertainment.

Arriving home, we unpacked the trailer and no sign of the camera. Therese finally came to the point where she thought she had put it on the trailer drawer bar but no-one had seen it after that. A call to the caravan park failed to find it so it appeared that it was gone. Not a good thought as we were heading on holidays the next weekend.

Now we need to look forward to next year and decide how and where we handle the weekend.