Esk repose

Where are we now?

We are in Esk, a small rural town in the Brisbane Valley. Two hours and 33 minutes from Gympie.

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Burpengary to Woodford

Wednesday 15 March, we left the busy Bruce Highway behind us as we branched west towards the town of Kilcoy. The day before, we had left Gympie at 6 AM to be at the dealer’s workshop in Burpengary, Brisbane, by 8 AM for the caravan to be serviced. Apart from passing the scene of our October ‘22 accident which is always a gut-wrenching reminder of the horror of it all, we had a really good drive. After the van’s service, we made our way to the grassy fields of a low-cost camp just around the corner from the van’s dealer. It was the second time we camped at the lovely off-grid site; a welcome reprieve after an extremely hot, busy day.

So, leaving a little later than planned we headed towards Kilcoy on Thursday morning after breakfast, for our first planned stop 30 mins down the road at the Woodford Showgrounds. We had booked ahead for the night. We had a week to get to Esk and preferred to do it slowly, with short drives. Arriving in the middle of the morning, we were first required to wait for our spot while the grass was being mowed. 

It was well over 30C already. By the time we set up, we were drenched in sweat. We were mightily thankful for a powered site to run the air conditioning unit. Still feeling the exhaustion of the day before, we appreciated a quick homemade meal, a cool shower and a rest for the day. That evening there was a mighty electrical storm. 

Interesting, to be sure, from within a caravan. But we were dry! That was the most important. 😅

 

Kilcoy’s heat

 

The next morning, far more refreshed, we hit the road to Kilcoy Showgrounds (also about 30 mins down the road) where booking ahead was not possible. We wanted to get there by 10 AM to be sure of a spot. There were ample sites available, and we picked one on the furthest end planning to stay 1 night. It too was a powered site and were we grateful once again; the region we were in was enduring a 3 to 4-day heat wave. It was close to 35C outside. We had originally planned to leave after a day to spend the next night at a free camp, to try out our newly installed battery capacity at a site with no power. Looking at the temps expected for the next day, we decided to stay put!  Were we happy with that decision when the next day’s temp hit 36C?!

 

Mural at Kilcoy Showground

Setting up the van in Kilcoy, AJ discovered that one of the bolts holding a stabilizer foot had broken off inside the unit and there was no making it work. After the van was stabilized on the remaining three legs, AJ removed the unit completely to see if he could fix the thing. Upon inspection, he found that the bolt had had a weak spot when it was moulded … perhaps an air bubble or something. No way anyone would’ve spotted it. It turned out to be an engineering feat the next day, after buying spare bits of steel at the local hardware store. The extra day turned out to be a blessing as he was able to fix the leg. 

He worked out of the back of the car, under the shade of a huge eucalyptus tree, creating a new bolt from odd bits he had bought. So resourceful! For once I wasn’t able to tease him about being an engineer… 😆

An all those tools he's collected, that I commented about in my previous post ... um right, they came in very handy. 😅

Too good, Toogoolawah

 

On Saturday 18 March, we made our way from Kilcoy, 40 kilometres down the road, to Toogoolawah. Once known as Cressbrook, after the town in Derbyshire, England, where (in 1841) the new settler David McConnel, was from. Here in the Brisbane Valley he staked out a pocket of land and erected his homestead over the next few years, while farming cattle. The town became Toogoolawah in 1909 as the Railways Department favoured the use of Aboriginal names. It is said that toogalawah in the local tongue meant 'a tree bent into a crescent shape'. The original, heritage-listed homestead of Cressbrook still stands near Toogoolawah and is still an active cattle station, owned and run by a 5^th-generation David McConnel.

 

We arrived at our pre-booked site, again mid-morning, already blistering with heat. By now we had learned -- plug in the power cord, get the air conditioner going and wait inside the van for the cooler afternoon weather to arrive before setting up. Apart from the abundance of flies 😆, we loved Toogoolawah Showground. There were only a couple of vans there, so we had miles of space around us, adjoining a farm with cattle lowing in the fields. Those sunsets!! 

 

AJ was especially entertained … a celebrated sky-diving site was nearby. All of Saturday there was a Skydiving competition going and on Sunday there were still a few parachutists active. Small aircraft came and went. Their landing strip began just beyond our van so it felt as if they were making straight for us each time, much to his delight! I must say, watching 12 to 13 parachutists descend each time was quite entertaining.

On Sunday morning we drove 15 mins to Esk to meet the homeowners of the house we were due to begin minding from the next day. They had organised a morning tea with neighbours, so we had the opportunity to meet everyone. What a pleasant experience.  Everyone was friendly and welcoming. The next morning, we took to the road, arriving in Esk at around 10 AM for our 3-month long stay.

Esk repose 

 

Esk is the centre of the Somerset Region, situated on the Brisbane Valley Highway, beneath an outcrop called Mount Glen Rock and Mount Esk. Everything named ‘Somerset’ took its name from an early pastoralist and pioneer in the region, Henry Plantagenet (no less!) Somerset, whose family claimed descent from John of Gaunt, King Henry IV’s father. Among many of his accomplishments, this early settler canvassed for and achieved success in ensuring the Brisbane Valley Railway ran through the region.

 

The region is recorded as being first explored in 1829 by Alan Cunningham, an English botanist and explorer, and again in 1830 by a British officer, the unsavoury Captain Patrick Logan, known as the cruel commandant of the Moreton Bay Penal Colony (now known as the magnificent city of Brisbane!). Capt. Logan was murdered during one of his explorational outings in the same year while on a quest to chart the Brisbane River headwaters. This didn’t stop many of Brisbane’s landmarks from being named after him. But that’s a story for another day. 😏 (Ironically, the greater Logan metro area is now known for its antisocial and unsavoury occupants.)

 

First settled in the 1840s, the Brisbane Valley was home to prospectors in the gold and copper mines that sprang up in the area. By the mid-1870s the area became more settled. The European settlement around Sandy Creek was at the Travellers' Home Hotel, with the town of Esk surveyed nearby and first named Sandy Creek. According to queenslandplaces.com.au, it was also known as Gallanani until the 1881 census when it was named Esk after the River Esk in Scotland. According to one site I found, Gallanani is a creek four kilometres to the north which flows into the Esk Creek. The name means 'Eastern Swamp Hen' in the local Aboriginal language. 

 

The first school in Esk began in 1875. By the end of the 1880s, there were several churches in the town. The Brisbane Valley Railway reached Esk in 1886. Benefiting from the rail line, a butter factory opened in 1903, and the first agricultural and pastoral show took place around the same period. (This is still an annual event.) Sawmills operated in the area, also benefiting from the rail line, but this industry died in the 1920s. By 1900 the cedars in the area were all wiped out. 😣

 

There were several condensed milk factories in the area, with dairy farming a vital sector. The invention of refrigeration resulted in a decrease in demand for preserved milk, but the butter factory continued profitably until the 1950s, finally closing in 1973 after a gradual decline of dairy farms in the area due to various factors such as competition from imports (then already! 😣) and drought. In 1993 the railway line to Esk was closed.

Esk Railway Station, from the Brisbane Rail Trail

While mining and the timber industry were short-lived in the area, pastoral farming was profitable. Even today, agriculture continues as the main occupation around the region.

 

Esk is known for its heritage-listed sites, many situated on Ipswich Street, the main street through town. Esk is a welcome stop for people travelling the Brisbane Valley Highway. There are quaint coffee shops and antique shops to stop at. One of these is Nash Gallery and Cafe, known locally as the Lars Andersen house, the original home of one of the first settlers in the area. Lars was a builder who built his own home and many of the other heritage-listed sites in town.

Lakes Wivenhoe (completed in 1984) and Somerset (completed in 1959) are nearby; they are popular picnic, holiday and camping destinations. Both lakes are a direct result of dams being constructed across the Brisbane and Stanley rivers respectively.

 

So far, we have only driven through town and walked a small section of the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail. This is the site of the original rail trail where the tracks have been removed, leaving a pathway for walkers, horse riders and cyclists. We took a daytrip to Ipswich, the largest nearby town, and this took us past Lake Wivenhoe. 

We’ve also taken a drive to attempt a peek at Mount Esk, but it had rained heavily the night before and we were rather intrepid about crossing this ...

 

The slogan "If it's flooded forget it" is never far from our minds.

 

On Sunday last week we searched for the nearest Baptist church, and found that it is in Toogoolawah. We drove the 20 mins and joined about 15-20 people in worship the local school building. It was wonderfully heart-warming. Exciting too, to know that the quaint old Catholic church (no longer used) has just been purchased by this small community after having been without their own place of worship for many years. They are looking forward to getting busy in the church and garden to spruce it up in about 30 days from now. It was completed in 1915. It has gorgeous stained glass windows. Can't wait to see it inside. 😀

Image from churchesaustralia.org

Lots to do these 3 months

We look forward to our stay in Esk. Between teaching online and prepping for courses, AJ looks forward to the golf course, neatly created in the centre of the showground/racecourse right over the road from us. He also has loads of lawn to mow! 😅

I look forward to browsing the history of the area and getting some online work done. We may not explore too much as fuel is dear. 

 

We are fortunate enough to be flanked by pastoral land, and so our neighbours out the back are cows, horses and kangaroos. A very calming, sometimes entertaining, sight. 😍

 

Until next time, thanks for stopping by. As always, we appreciate you and your messages of support.

 

Blessings. 🌼

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Van life, 24/7

Image by Alexa from Pixabay

A typical morning

We get up in the morning and slide off the bed … the foot end of the bed. In fact, each time you need the loo during the night you must remember to slide off the foot end. While the bed is long enough for my 6 ft hubby, when it’s extended (to get an extra 10 cm of comfort at night) it obliterates any space needed to get a leg around the side edge … the kitchen cupboard on my side, the dining seat on hubs’ side. 😄

So, sliding out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom, knocking your head on the overhead cupboard as you turn to sit on the loo. Then you knock your elbow on the benchtop, after stubbing your toe on the under-sink cupboard that juts out ever so slightly.

To wash your hands and face first thing in the morning you bend over the wash basin and invariably knock your forehead against the tap mechanism because it’s all black so you just don’t see it. You splash water on your face; it goes everywhere, including onto your cosy, warm, just-out-of-bed feet, because the wash basin is so miniscule. Irritated, you now have to dry arms, elbows, face, and feet.

Put the kettle on! Oh, wait … kettle is outside to make space inside. You grab a cover-up to step outside (most often a blanket … mornings can be chilly but it’s the easiest). Holding the blanket with one hand, you aim to fill the kettle with the other. (It takes practice.) Ugh … the outdoor kitchen was packed away for the night … it first has to be pulled out and the water tap put into position.  Kettle filled, you’re faced with early-morning-before-coffee decisions … either carry the sugar basin, coffee filter, coffee, milk etc. outside, or you bring the kettle indoors and make the coffee here. But hubs is still sleeping. Oh wait, washed cups are outside. Out you go with everything. You make several trips because you’re holding onto your cover-up. (Who gets dressed before coffee?) By this time the squeaky stair and door have hubs awake. He’s not a morning person. 😫 “What are you doing …?” he croaks in that morning voice.

The stair into the van is high because of the 17” wheels (“why do you have 17” wheels?”, you ask. Because, according to hubs, the van was supposed to match the height of the Ford Ranger which is now history 😞). Each time you go in and out it feels as if you’re climbing Mount Everest. We bought an external separate step to ease the effort on our somewhat ageing knees. So it’s two steps into the van, then two steps more inside the van. Early in the morning it’s fine … if your bones have recovered from the previous day’s activities and the joints all work. Let’s face it, 60+ years of age is not for namby-pambies. But by midday, you wait for your partner to go into the van and then ask them to get what you need. 🤭 It’s continually a “pass me the … while you’re there” or “since you’re in there, please grab the … for me”. 😂 Partner is immediately irritated because he/she now has an extra task which often involves looking for the item the other person needs.

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Back to breakfast … you’ve carried the eggs, oil, fry pan, bread for toast, butter, etc. outside to the outdoor kitchen. You light the gas only for the wind to blow it out. And you only notice 10 mins later when the water is still not boiling or the egg is not frying. The wind blows everything about or the flies insist on landing where they shouldn’t … usually on the same spot on your face or in the butter you opened to spread on a slice. Or, the sun is already stinging and the butter begins to melt. So, you pick everything up and climb Mount Everest for the 50^th time that morning to make brekkie inside after all. So what if the van smells like bacon and toast until lunchtime?

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Oops … can’t set the table, it’s full of stuff. So you pile deconstructed breakfast on the small space available on the countertop. Some items fall into the sink, a knife falls and lands butter side down on the rug 😒 (that’s how you know hubs has already had a sneaky slice) and the food on the counter mingles with last night’s unwashed dishes because the dishwashing liquid was outside, and nope! I’m not stepping out into the pitch dark ... it can wait till morning. Too many spiders abound after dark.  

The bed cover, throw, ornamental pillows, teddy, and more are piled on the table, along with yesterday’s clothing that is still good to go for one more day. (We wear our clothes until we can’t anymore – there’s not that much to choose from anymore, and besides, using water for washing must be planned well ahead.)  

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You need the table cleared. “Let’s make the bed darl”, you say. Because making the bed is easier if you are two. If you’re one, rest assured, you’re going to have your daily workout! You’ll also come away with a stubbed toe as you make your way around and around and up to the top on your hands and knees to tuck in the top end, after bumping your head on the overhead cupboard.

Aaah, the feeling when the bed is made up. 😍 At least the bedroom is tidy! 

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And the table is (sort of) clean.

Now to set that unstable table. “Take your hat off the table! And your belt too. Here’s that tool you were looking for.”  It all gets piled onto the bed! “Oh, please put the clean T-shirts on the bed, I’ll pack them away.” You pass it all on to the one closer to the bed because you can’t swap places … that has to be planned too. 😅

“Ah, can you get the dish rack out of the way so I can use the toaster?” (Dish rack goes to the bed.) The kitchen plank gets moved across the sink to make a workspace and finally, you can open the stovetop to make poached eggs. Gotta eat healthy, right?

Exhausted you want to sit down, but there’s no space on the bed, and moving in behind the (unstable) table to sit on the seat is a feat you only execute when you’re ready to sit and actually eat!

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Breakfast made, coffee made, all you need to do is settle next to each other on the seat … the potato and onion basket is moved from the seat to the bed too, to make space. Coffee is poured! The table gets moved out to allow me to slide into my spot (hubs is seated … waiting for those eggs!) I sit down, oh … the salt and pepper! He’s penned in, so up I get, with all the care in the world not to bump the table or else the coffee goes everywhere. Condiments deposited on the table, I gingerly slide back in keeping a beady eye on the coffee cups. Whew! Success, let’s tuck in.

It’s sourdough toast … hubs gets into it with meaning using his knife. Coffee goes everywhere! Sighing, I slide out again for a cloth to wipe up the mess … 🥴

One of our more successful attempts at breakfast inside.

This is by 8 in the morning … are you tired yet? Shall I continue? No, I thought not. Lol. Welcome to caravan life!

After two months full time in the van, bruises are still the norm. Stubbed toes are regular. Bumps on the head are taken as par for the course. 😅 And do you know what? We are loving this lifestyle.

The ‘Green’ loo

This is an ongoing experience … I’m waiting for the day when we forget to empty the ‘liquids’ bottle (as it is discreetly called in the manual) before bed and use it all night, only to find it overflowing in the morning. 😳😖 (Is it just us? We wake up every 2 – 3 hours to use the loo! 🙄😁) Once so far it has hit the brim … 🤦

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‍But it is sooo good to have your own toilet in the middle of the night, to not waste precious water in the tanks on a smelly cassette toilet system, and to not have to visit a dump point. “The liquids,” says the manual, “can be diluted and used to fertilise gardens and plants.” These two weeks that we have been parked under trees … suffice to say, we are hoping that we haven’t ‘fertilised’ the trees to death as it were. 😳😅 Either that or the grass is going to grow where it wouldn’t before. 😁 And no… there is no smell from the (compostable) “solids”. 😁

Lights on … windows and blinds shut tight!

Anyone who knows me, knows I need air. Preferable fresh air. Thankfully we have an AC because if we dared to open windows with lights on in the van after dark, we would be inundated. Bugs seem to be able to come in somewhere. The white strip lights above the counters are our favourite to use. We saw someone’s tip to tape yellow tradesman’s tape over the strip lights. The bugs weren’t put off. We put a second layer over and that seemed to slow their appearance. It’s also softer on the eye. 😆

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It’s a sticky business…

To make the van homely, we have put up posters, pictures and wot-nots. But we have had to constantly re-apply stickers, as one after the other they fall off. Seemingly, nothing is prepared to stay put against these composite walls. Once, losing my temper, I decided to take the Gorilla glue and use that. AJ was teaching. It wouldn’t come out of the nozzle, so I screwed the top off and got into it with a toothpick

“Aaaaargh … AJ! Help!”

He jumps up, students are left hanging. He gets to me in the bathroom, where my fingers are firmly glued together! And he bursts out laughing. 🙄 I’m crying out in fear as I have visions of skin giving way. 😱

“What did you think?” he says. “It’s Gorilla glue!” (Said students hear all! 🥴)

I now know what Gorilla glue is. It took 3 days to remove from my fingers. Moral of the story, don’t lose your temper with objects … it ain’t worth it! You’ll come second. (I could hear the students’ laughter through AJ’s earphones as he related the story with glee. 😤😅)

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Hanging something from the ceiling is especially a challenge – the macramé plant holder has landed on the floor 5 times. Once in the dead of night. At the time, half asleep, we didn’t manage to put two and two together, so there went hubs, torch in hand, around the van in the middle of the night. Finding nothing amiss, he was snoring again in two minutes. Not me! I was wide-eyed for the next hour listening for suspects until sleep took over. The next morning, we saw the macramé and plant lying on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

Pretty things = more work

Who says you can’t be surrounded by pretty things because you live in a van? You sure can have pretty décor. But pretty things can’t all be stuck down to secure them for travel days, so they need to be packed up before the van can be towed. It’s so nice to look at special shells and little pot plants. A flower here and a tea towel there. 

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Everything we have as decoration in the van has a special memory attached to a special person or of a place or moment in time. 

From a magnet to a picture, a shell to a photograph. 

A magnet to recall my fav spot in Qatar
when I worked at the museum library.

This is how we have managed to incorporate those near and dear to us, of whom many are so far from us. 😔 To maintain this I’ve had to make sure when packing up the van for travel days, that the special things have their safe spot. “Where?” you ask. “On the bed! With pillows around them.” ☺

You can lose things in a van …

It’s only 17 feet. It only has that much packing space. Trust me, we have managed to mislay things. So much so, that we have had to search the van with a fine comb to find what is lost! Usually, it’s right under our noses … like the firelighter we store in the pouch right by the door so that it can be reached easily from outside. Did we search for the thing! Seriously, how does one forget so easily yet pass by the item day in and day out, without seeing it?

But when something is stored under the bed … it’s missing! Why … because we forget there is storage under the bed. 😂

Storage

Now here’s the challenge, right? An overhead cupboard (2 ft x 1 ft x 1ft) is dedicated to pantry products. The other three (much smaller) cupboards are 1. for cutlery and crockery, 2. for drinking glasses and measuring jugs etc. and 3. for the stick blender, kettle and toaster and flat pack food storage containers. One out of 4 drawers is dedicated to tea and coffee needs. One is set aside for herbs and spices. One for all my cooking utensils (what a messy drawer 😣) and one more ‘drawer’/space (on the floor of the van) that we use to store tinned foods and cartons of soy milk because it has deep space and is right over the axle where heavy things belong. (When you need a tin, you go down on all fours. Yep, all fours! Not always a pretty sight. Getting up again must be carefully planned because you can’t lean on the unstable table! So, bottom in the air, you come up on hands and feet, then slowly lift yourself off the floor, stacking your spinal column as they show in workout videos, and hoping that you will get your body upright. All the while promising yourself that tomorrow, TOMORROW, you’re going to start working out. You knock your head on the table on the way up. You glare at it. Unaffected by the glare, it just sits there, locked into its happy spot. You quickly check that nobody’s glass of whatever was on the table.)  

“Where”, I hear you ask, “do you keep the rest of your groceries? How do you manage?” 

Under the bed! Yep, we sleep on our pantry store. And why is it that whenever anything is needed from the ‘pantry’, the bed is piled high with stuff and is heavier to lift. It’s supposed to be an effortless lift; it has air struts that help with the lift and which keep the bed up in the air. But it’s rather intimidating when you’re on all fours, diving into a container underneath, fully aware that if the struts give way, you’re going to be a squashed bug!

"And your clothing?" Umm ... 😆

Each item rolled up ... a side for me, the other for hubs.
Storage boxes just don't fit.

Under the bed is also where the ironing board and iron lives. And the box of baking utensils. And the TV that we haven't yet used. And it’s where the lithium batteries live. And the inverter. And the DC2DC charger. And all those gadgets are rather imposing … wires everywhere, with little lights flashing and boxes that keep them secure so they can’t budge. 😳😅 When we sleep at night, we pretend they aren’t a mere 20 cm from our bodies, powering away, keeping the van going.

Talking of power …

To our dismay we discovered (by accident) that we needed another lithium battery in the caravan soon because it’s preferable NOT to add a new battery to an old one … so no adding when you think you can afford it, later down the line. If you’re planning to stay full-time in a van, plan your power needs and get the system installed from the start – one that will meet your needs. Professionals can help with the planning. We didn’t consult, we just guessed. Epic fail! Consequently, we’ve had to dig into emergency funds to add a battery. And another battery needs more solar. And the top of the van can’t take more solar… so we’re shopping around for external solar panels. External panels need an additional Anderson plug on the caravan which needs professional installation. 💸

Sigh …. will we ever get to a complete setup?

Then, as if that pain wasn’t enough, we stepped into another power mess. Let me explain … Sandy’s Essentials was planned as a side hustle. Forgetting just how hot it gets in Queensland in summer, all manner of oils, butters, waxes, and essential oils were purchased. All these need to remain cool, preferably at one temperature. 😣 All good, we thought. We housesit in homes with air conditioners. Until we housesat during a heatwave in a house with no air conditioner! It was 38 and 39 during the day. Stinking hot. (AJ annexed the van to teach from … 😅 … I sweltered. Mmmm…. come to think of it, he did quite a few extra prep hours those few days. 😁) We ate lunch in the van for a reprieve! The supply of oils etc. (also in the van) was melting from the heat of the night.  (The essential oils are stored in the fridge, so they were ok.)  

Tackling the problem, we reckoned an external fridge would do the trick. After looking at a bunch of brands, we bought one on sale. Not the best, not the most expensive, a middle-of-the-road type of investment. THEN we realised that it needed its own battery to keep it cool when it’s in the car and not plugged into AC (home) power. THEN, of course, the battery needs to be wired into the car by an auto electrician, so that the car charges it when the engine is on. Then, says the salesman, when the car is not switched on and charging the battery, the battery needs solar panels on top of your vehicle to keep it charged. Huh?! All to keep the fridge cool. Epic fail! 💸💸💸 We walked away with an unplanned major expense – to provide for a side hustle that I haven’t had the brain power to get up and going yet. The panels and battery box system turned out to be more expensive than the fridge. 🙄 Talk about embarrassing. Luckily, hubs can keep his beer in the fridge too. 😆  

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At least the battery box can also power his laptop on days when the van’s power might fade. To cap it all, the fridge and its contents, battery box and extra solar panel, add 60kg to the car. 😣 “The things a man will do for his wife” mutters hubs, as he has airbag suspension installed in the car. (I argue that the car sags because of the weight of his tool bag … anyway, airbag suspension helps. 😂)

About that weight …

Off we went … water tanks full, check! Gas bottles full, check! Petrol tank full, check! Caravan fridge full, check! Everything loaded into the van and the car, as if we were travelling, check! (Including THAT Sandy’s Essentials fridge!)

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It was one of the hottest days of summer. The poor man and his wife from Weigh Check Gympie were tasked with checking whether we were within legal limits. As they darted around with scales and laptop, manoeuvring the van and the car and then both together (with us inside it), we held our breath, sweating bullets, and not because of the heat. Verdict? We were 45 kg overweight in the caravan. But the car could still take another 100 kg. Hallelujah! Off hubs went to remove the huge tool bag that he had placed in the back of the caravan to weigh the back end down and he popped it in the car. (Trust me … the small number of tools he shipped over from Qatar have miraculously multiplied…. I wonder how? 🤔😆) Another re-weigh and we were good to go, with just a few kg to spare in the caravan, but relieved, nonetheless. Now, we need to watch our weight in more ways than one; only one week’s worth of groceries is ever bought, and even then it’s the bare minimum. 😄

Office or a dining area?

When hubs works from the van it’s quite an experience.  At 1 pm the dining table and seat become an office! All the gear gets packed out and he connects to his online classes. We still stand amazed – we use our phones as hotspots for our computers. Our national network’s mobile data package carries all our internet needs. He trains online, and I use my quota to blog, do research, work on admin and more.

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My workspace, you ask? 😂 Here it is …

Made a plan to have a standing desk!

Shower curtain privacy!

Somehow, the constant technical chatter of instruction doesn’t bother me and I’m able to set up my space feeling quite comfy behind the shower curtains that act as a privacy screen. (His laptop camera is only on his face, but I still feel better having my own private space.) At 8 pm, the time when I can no longer function, I take a shower and hop into bed. As long as those curtains are closed it’s as if there were a wall between us. I hit dreamland while hubs is still teaching away. 😊

Towing days need checklists!

We’re still getting used to it all. Each time we tow we tend to forget something. I shouldn’t divulge this, but once it was the ‘liquids’ bottle in the green loo. 😫😆😅 By the time we could stop it was all over the inner space of the toilet – thankfully contained!! Capping the bottle, I took three toilet rolls and chucked them into the space. Locking the van, we sheepishly went on our way. It was something to sort out at the next destination. You can’t be squeamish if you have a composting toilet. Neither forgetful! 😆

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The last time we towed, we forgot to clip on the towing mirrors. Halfway through Gympie town, I noticed they weren’t attached. Hubs pulled up at the first place we were able to stop. He hopped out to attach them. I looked up and straight into a traffic camera – and a “Busses only” traffic sign. 😫😂 (Waiting for the ticket.) And that reminds me, those checklists must be made up! We must work with checklists!!!!  

I hope I’ve managed to give you a peek into our full-time living in a van. 😀 It keeps us on the go… keeps us moving and active in more ways than we could have imagined. It’s fun, it’s hard work, and it’s not straightforward. It’s constant adherence to rules and regulations. It requires advance planning, foresight, and constant checking and monitoring of gear. Moving parts need regular attention. Weight and balance are vital. Thankfully hubs has a lot of weight and balance experience from his helicopter career.

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To wrap up ... 

Soon we leave for rural Queensland, where we will housesit – with no pets – just housesit, for three months. We are looking forward to a reprieve from travelling around, packing up and packing down. Still, we wouldn’t want any other life right now. We are happy. We feel content to own only that which can fit into 17 feet. (Apart from winter clothes in storage at Nadya’s house and some special books, we tow what we own.) It’s an uncanny feeling when you stop and think about it. 

But nothing beats that early morning cup of coffee, outside in nature, with the smell of the dew on the grass and the wind rustling through the trees.

(c) undeserted

We are acutely aware that our Father’s grace and mercy carry us. We are vulnerable on the roads, vulnerable to wild weather, and reliant upon staying healthy and strong to be able to follow this lifestyle. What the future holds we know not.

Therefore, we appreciate each of you, for your messages and support in prayer. 🙏 We pray for you too.

Thank you for stopping by. Until next time, from Esk, it’s cheerio for now.  🌼

 

DISCLAIMER: No husbands or caravans were harmed during the telling of this story. But fiction it is not.