242 - The Retro Roamers Will Continue On Facebook

The Retro Roamers will continue to post into the future on Facebook.

The reason for moving to Facebook is mainly convenience and ease of postings. It also allows "friends" to come along on the journey, and add their comments. All in good fun.

However this blog will not go away, unless Google smash it. Starting in 2008 the address is http://theretroroamers.blogspot.com . Then from about 2013 we changed the address to this current one.

I guess the only negative I can see in the short term, is that unless you are on Facebook, and a friend of the group, you cannot see any postings, although you can access the site.
 

So the bride and I welcome any of our established friends, and others, who just want to enjoy the antics of The Retro Roamers, wandering around the country side like a couple of recycled teeagers, just having fun.

Yep it will still be cheeky, a bit naughty in parts, with our usual "guess where we are" tones.
 
For those who cannot come across for what ever reason, thank you for your readership. We have enjoyed presenting this blog in its current form - but time to move on.

For those who are already on Face book and would like to come across, and being a closed group send us a "join this group" notification to The Retro Roamers, and away we go.

Thanks again, cheers and beers

Me and the Bride

241 - Greens Lake Victoria

I have said it a thousand times before, blogging is all about motivation. Don't have much of that, however before I switch over to a travel page on facebook, I will just tidy up some of the places we went to on our last trip.

We are currently based on the northern rivers of NSW and could be here for some time. So in the meantime here is one of the magic places we visited early autumn and over Easter 2014.

Sunrise Over Greens Lake

 

Greens Lake is just south of Eucha and 21 kms basically east of Rochester. This is a very popular destination for the grey nomads, and locals alike. We stumbled across it purely through various forums.

It is a huge lake managed by the Murray Goulburn group. When we arrived we settled into a spot 5 metres from the water line. Bad Move!!!!!! as that night the rains came and we were basically bogged in. To cut a long story short we moved to higher ground and for about three weeks, and just met a million people and had a great time.

After a period of time we did move on, due to the winter approaching and some pretty ordinary weather moving in.

All in all a magic place, however not advised during the peak holiday periods. I do read the place will be closed over new year to prevent a repeat of last years trouble.

Here's some pikkies

There is our camp site at Greens

The crew for happy hour

One of our happy hour participants wanted our sign to stop others

camping on top of her site

Now that is Trailer Trash

 

Ski anybody

At the end of a stressful day

 

Till next time stay safe

 

240 - Standing Still

Time for an up date, as it has been brought to my attention I haven't posted in months.

Well the update is I have nothing to update really.

We returned from our last trip in May sometime, and have been stationery on the northern rivers of NSW, due to the bride getting some part time work. We could be here till early 2015, although not to sure yet. Apart from the work thingy, the intentions are to get some major work done on the Val and the RetroLiner, so we can continue our adventures in 2015. But we will just suck it, and see at this stage.

However, I update on my Facebook page, about all the little adventures we do from our current base. 

Also I have updated some of my privacy settings on the blog, as I am getting a few strange emails from someone unknow, commenting on my site, but not showing as a comment on the blog, but coming to me via my email address. Strange one that one.

So thanks all for dropping by, we will return when I get something to write about.

CYA

Me and the Bride

239 - Fort Courage

Don't disturb me now, cause I'm waiting for the Injuns

Fort Courage.............Krippies!!! sounds like a Cowboys and Indians set.

But alas it is a hidden fishing camp on the Murray River 18 kms out of Wentworth on the NSW southern border. What a hidden gem. Once again my mates from Wiki Camps told us to go there and we weren't disappointed. Sure it did look a bit feral, but hey we are Trailer Trash anyway, so we will fit in perfectly. 

Just checking out to make sure we aren't attacked from water by the Injuns

Now let me tell you about fort Courage. It is a van park set up by the Wentworth Anglers Club. Most of the fishing type guests blow in for a period of time, be it weeks, months or forever. Of course there are  there to fish for the Murray River Cod, or also know as Golden Perch, and do their level best to rid the river of Carp.

For the Brides brothers and sisters. This is where Joyce is !!!!

Then of course, there are a the Geriatric Gypsies who come here, just like us .......cause we can!! Some fish others do nothing, and just enjoy the atmosphere. The happy hour in the shed with a ranging fire, with a cast of thousands is just magnificent, and our time there coincided with the monthly fishing comp. What a blast on the Saturday night. Entertainment, magnificent meal and of course the Trailer Trash here got into the Karaoke, and all for a tenna a head. Great deal for poor old aged pensioners (he he!!!!!)

The Queens of Song

Trying to pick up the bride mister????

Man the boats the Injuns are com'n

The Injuns are here...Eeeeeeeeeek............we'll all be killed

All in all a fun spot, and the new amenities block had just opened. If you are down Wentworth way pencil in Fort Courage.................o'h and don't forget your six shooter!

238 - Mirrool

Where the feeeeeerk is Mirool???

Mirrool, a thriving metropolis of 21 people, one pub, derelict grain solos to name a few. So whats good about that? Well my mate in Wicki Camps recons this joint is the ants pants, and guess what, exactly right.

Just between West Wyalong and Narrandera, basically the gateway to the Riverena, is this quaint little place. Not really a free camp, but for $10 a night, you get power, a brand new shower toilet block, BBQ area and free barbies, plus if you have kidz a play ground.

The dreaded Newell Highway. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

The Mirrool Pub, what a classic

The publicans of the pub are just sensational, however at the time of writing this, the pub is shut. I figured you can't make a living relying on 21 people. But I could be wrong.

However Mirroll is famous for a festival held every year in October where the punters come from far a wide to celebrate the day, that some footballer fella, you know that other game they play, more in Mexico, kicked a Sherrin football over the silos. Whatever tickles your fancy!

See I told ya only 21 people in the town

Excuse me mister, do you know where the beach is?

The grain silo they kick the ball over

The new shower toilet block. Couldn't help myself and cleaned them everyday.

The Val and the RetroLiner all camped up.

This is all part of the camp

Undercover BBQ's

Time to leave, but will return......maybe!!!

So if you are ever down that way there a lot of low cost camps maintained by the local community.  Stay toooooooooooned!

237 - Sydney

The bride just had to go back to Cronulla. A puberty blues time era

Sydney, was all about visiting my son Mark, his wife Heidi, and two grand kids Emma and Sam, plus the brides youngest brother Barry, his wife Vicki and their adult kids, Haylee and Matt. Also a must catch up with the brides great mate Sandy and her husband Darren.  She has been mates with them, since her teenage years.

A pikkie of me in fore ground

Can you see me surfing down there....... hu!

Just had to go to Sand Shoes for a surf as well. Can ya see me there too?

I will say however the road network on our part of the trip was just magnificent. Dual highway from Katoomba, 110 km speed limit, and very easy to find our way around. Yes the GPS did help. So all in all, a trip I was dreading, was made quite enjoyable, if you can call driving in Sydney enjoyable.

For the first two nights we stayed with the Brides younger brother Barry, his gorgeous wife Vicki, and Haylee (daughter) did give up her room for us. Matt their son an unbelievable musician, popped in occasionally. The kids if I can call them that 26 and 24, do what we all did at that age. Even back when I was that age, I was still at home, however only dropped in occasionally. That’s what you do, nothing changes!

Vicki, the sister in law, Barry the youngest brother and the bride

Of course the bride being a former Cronulla girl, we had to go to the beach, go for a walk, reminisce. Well that was enough for me. Even the bride said Cronulla and the shire is nothing like what it used to be……………………………well things do change, they have to, but unfortunately for the worst.

Traffic was horrendous, wall to wall people, all rushing here there and everywhere. While we were down walking around the beach area, there was an invasion from all these school  kids from western Sydney. That was different, couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Their uniform was foreign to me also, not how I see school kids going to school. I guess this is the direction of Sydney. Glad I am not part of it.

We did also catch up with the brides great mate Sandy and her husband Darren.  She has been mates with them, since her teenage years. So you can imagine lots of catching up to do.

The brides mates Darren and Sandra. Over 45 years of friendship

The final night in Sydney we spent at my sons place at Engadine.  So you can imagine lots of catching up after a four year absence. Emma (grand daughter) has grown into a charming young lady, and Sam their son, who we haven’t seen since birth, is a full on, super powerful, very lovable maniac. What a terror, but he is a mass of energy, and a very normal four and half year old.  My camera ran out of battery, most annoying.

The Sydney based grand children. Sam on the bike and Emma

After a great BBQ and a thousand glasses of red, we all retired for the night, waking the following morning with a breath that would kill a drovers dog, the smell being generated from the armpits was pure chateau d cardboard, bleeding from the eyes that would be welcomed from the blood bank, and a head like its been in the Sydney sewer since federation.

But that’s what you do when seeing family. We said our goodbyes on the Sunday morning, hoping our next visit won't be a four year absence. Fired up the Val and yep just a back track from our original down journey. However being a Sunday, a lot more traffic, and it seems all heading to Katoomba. Once out of the tourist traffic.

 

239 - Parkes

The radio telescope at Parkes

 

In our travels we look for free camps and on one of our adventures we found a free camp half way between Wellington and Parkes. Just can't remember the camp nor the town, but as soon as we pulled up, the 100 star camper gave me a right cross, followed by a karate chop, and filled the cabin of the Val with a language that was reminisce of my time in the public bar at the Maroubra Seals Club. "Does that mean dear you don't think this is a nice place to stay."

Guess what we didn't stay, so it was off to Parkes, via the radio telescope.  My GPS took us on a direct route to the telescope, via road that was later discovered as "not suitable for caravans" Feeeeeeeeeerk, but we made it.

This is a must see spot when in that part of the world. However been there and done that now, but interesting to say the least. You may remember the Australian movie the "Dish" Well this is where it all happened.

Guess who!!!!!!!!! Professor Greenie

 

"Earth to Mars, this is Professor Greenie"

 

I might put this radio set in the Val

 

After the radio thingy we needed to find a spot to camp for the night, as at this stage I was buggered. Already driven to far for one day. We had a look at the showground in Parkes, once again the 100 star camper was very vocal. We ended up in a caravan park. Feeeeeeeeeeeeeerk I hate these places.

 

Even the Val could be retired for this beast. What a classic

 

 

 

 

238 - Gulgong

As the sun sets at Gulgong

 

Well we found the showgrounds in Gulgong, through Wiki Camps.Flushing loos, hot showers, however they were a bit "hows ya muther" considering on site caretakers.

The town itself is a neat joint, which is steep in history. The street scape is very unique and the bride thought the museum was very interesting. Well you know my thoughts about museums........say no more.

You may recognise the streets as the setting for a recent telemovie.

One of the main streets in the town of Gulgong

 

You really can feel the horse and cart era

 

The ten dollar motel............doesn't really reflect the current tariff.

 

The crown hotel dining area................nice atmosphere, but the $6.00 pensioners lunch special, was magnificent for a two year old. O'h well, home to have a sandwich.

 

Ah trailer trash at the show ground. Gotta luv it.

 

Maybe this will replace the Val

 

What's happened to the Val at the showground

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

236 - Mudgee

The bride showing off again

 

Mudgee is about three hours west/ north west of Sydney. Having a trip to Sydney in my mind, we headed straight to a caravan park, recommended by several writers in Wiki Camps. Well once again not one of my better choices, however we did a deal to stay for a couple of nights for the usual park fee, and then leave the van on site, without electricity or water for eleven bucks a night while we were in Sydney.  Good deal.

The caravan park in a fairly big country town was as I thought, a caravan park with attitude. I hate big caravan parks. I don’t know what it is about some parks. They see the Val farting and coughing, and the Retroliner with its agro persona, and immediately you can see the mutters and sniggerings from the $150,000 set, that the "trailer trash has arrived!"  I fix 'em up. Just hang out my noooooooodie sign, then slip on the truckers singlet and the footie shorts (he he!!)

Clock tower main drag of Mudgee

Mudgee a really nice town, very trendy, clean, and a nice place to walk around. Heaps of wineries, bars and restaurants. We had a walk around the town, visited the odd drinking hole, for a look see only. Mudgee is the sort of place, you need to have a very healthy bank balance. You could spend your life’s savings, well ours anyway, just visiting all the attractions, so being old aged pensioners and trailer trash we just did the porpers trail.

Forty beers please!

Stay toooned

 

235- Mendooran

Where in the hell is Mendooran?????? Well its about a two stubby trip from Coona. Simply turn off the Newell highway just south of Coona, with the road heading to Dunnedoo. About half way between the turn off and Dunedoo is Mendooran, and a gem from heaven greets you.

The mayor of Mendooran

 

So with much planning and checking out the free camps book and of course Wicki camps we headed to a free camp at Mendooran. Mendooran what a gem!!!! A huge camping area, clean toilets, endless fresh water, and a great pub. Showering not an issue, just put up the shower tent, and with one side open had a view of the Castlereagh river….well sort of, pretty dry down here still.

The bride having a quiet chardy at our camp spot.

 

Just love the small town, really quaint, with the pub with loads of atmosphere. Paul the publican, only been there for 11 weeks at the time of our visit, ran a great country pub. Food was magnificent, the beer cold, the red wine, mind altering, and my wallet was beaten to submission. We love camps like this, even the 100 star camper ( The Bride) liked this one. We met a million other travelers, all doing their thing as well. Magic place all round. We will return one day.

Great country pub

The view from the shower. The river was just about dry.

 

An afternoon storm brewing over the camp site

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