Around mid day we set off up into the Victoria Alps. Amazing rolling hillsides and steep rugged mountainsides covered with thick woodland and studed with wide eerie colbolt lakes.
To add to the majesty of the scenery the trees were a bright silvery white, glinting back the suns bright rays on a cool afternoon.
Soon we arrived at Mittagundi. Mittagundi is a very rural activity camp. No electricity, no plumbing just what you can make! A group of people live here year round and their main function is to provide 'back to basics' activity camps for young people.
We set up camp and then Amy gave me a tour of the facilities. Before we jumped in the back of a van to go down to the hall where the bush dance was to be taking place. I'm talking a "swing your partner round and round" kind of shindig. I met loads of really nice people, which was handy as Amy ditched me for most of the night. At one point I was stood like a lemon on the dance floor and was pitied by a bunch of 16 year old girls who took me on and gave me a couple of dances.
After the dancing finished I met a bunch of lads outside, three brothers and a long distance runner training to represent Australia in the commonwealth games, and his two training partners. We had a few beers until it was time to close up shop.
One of the guys managed to sneak into the drinks van and stole a slab of drinks. Seeing this a couple of girls did the same. They came up behind me and popped a big box behind my legs.
"Hide this hide this!" "We've liberated some drinks for later."
Awesome I thought. When the coast was clear I got out my torch and we looked at the haul.
A box of 86 vegetable burgers..... Good one girls.
Luckily the guy was more successful. He handed everyone a beer, we cracked it open and WHOA! That's not beer it's raspberry flavoured alcohol pop. But it was better than the veggie burgers so we persevered.
After a while, everyone started talking about going to "the mail box" I agreed as it was getting dark and wouldn't mind sitting down in a pub. When we arrived however I realised they were talking about an actual mailbox half way up the dirt drive to the campsite. Out came the guitars though and we were treated to several magical performances by the light of the car headlights. We stayed singing and listening until 3am and it was time to head to the tents.
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