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Months of planning. Me, the wife, our son, my dad and his fiancé, her son and wife, her daughter and husband and their 4 kids. Camping over a 4 day period at Moogerah Dam, QLD, Australia.
My wife had managed to book a 4 day weekend from work. Dad and his fiancé were approved for the Friday off from work and the Saturday, Sunday and Monday fell on days off on our roster (I have the same work roster as dad). I however had to "call in sick" on the Friday.
I had packed all the gear the week leading up. Friday morning came and just some last minute shopping for meat from our favourite butcher.
Alas we headed off on the hour long drive and made it to the destination with no issues. We set up our NEW tent (used twice purchased from an uncle). Our roof tarp and kitchen items all sorted. And we assisted dad with his caravan. It was only the 5 of us for the Friday night.
About 4pm the wind started. Not bad at first. But later into the night it began to really howl through. We decided it was bed time around 830pm. For the next 2 hours the wind became ferocious. Myself and dad battled the conditions attempting to save our gear.
At 1025pm a gust came through that tore the base of our tent. 1030pm another gust that knocked our storage cupboards full of food over. It was at that stage my wife and I made the decision to retreat. 1035pm we made the hours drive back home wondering what destruction we would return to in the morning.
We returned on the Saturday to discover no further damage to our gear. However dad said he was outside at around 1230am and the wind had folded our tent over.
Upon further conversation with the management group at the park we were told that they had had roughly 110km/h wind gusts that night. Trees had lost branches and fallen onto the toilet blocks. One of the permanent cabins had its roof torn off which then ended up placing itself inside the cabin next to it.
We made the decision to pack up and come home. Fail. Our 4 day trip lasted roughly 10 hours. However we arent deterred and will be back better than ever... as soon as we get our tent repaired...
Here is the only picture I managed to take. Its my Pajero infront of dads Prado waiting to enter the park
My wife had managed to book a 4 day weekend from work. Dad and his fiancé were approved for the Friday off from work and the Saturday, Sunday and Monday fell on days off on our roster (I have the same work roster as dad). I however had to "call in sick" on the Friday.
I had packed all the gear the week leading up. Friday morning came and just some last minute shopping for meat from our favourite butcher.
Alas we headed off on the hour long drive and made it to the destination with no issues. We set up our NEW tent (used twice purchased from an uncle). Our roof tarp and kitchen items all sorted. And we assisted dad with his caravan. It was only the 5 of us for the Friday night.
About 4pm the wind started. Not bad at first. But later into the night it began to really howl through. We decided it was bed time around 830pm. For the next 2 hours the wind became ferocious. Myself and dad battled the conditions attempting to save our gear.
At 1025pm a gust came through that tore the base of our tent. 1030pm another gust that knocked our storage cupboards full of food over. It was at that stage my wife and I made the decision to retreat. 1035pm we made the hours drive back home wondering what destruction we would return to in the morning.
We returned on the Saturday to discover no further damage to our gear. However dad said he was outside at around 1230am and the wind had folded our tent over.
Upon further conversation with the management group at the park we were told that they had had roughly 110km/h wind gusts that night. Trees had lost branches and fallen onto the toilet blocks. One of the permanent cabins had its roof torn off which then ended up placing itself inside the cabin next to it.
We made the decision to pack up and come home. Fail. Our 4 day trip lasted roughly 10 hours. However we arent deterred and will be back better than ever... as soon as we get our tent repaired...
Here is the only picture I managed to take. Its my Pajero infront of dads Prado waiting to enter the park
