We had chosen this campsite for its proximity to the Yarrangobilly Caves, so we headed there in the morning on our way out of town. A brief but steep downhill hike led us to thermal pools, which was a welcome break and a great way to get us all a bit cleaner after the days of camping. I had been weary of looking at my grubby kids and knowing I looked the same.
|Sam upstaging Alex|
|Sam defying gravity as Alex cannonballs|
Then it was time to head to the cave. The walk there was beautiful in itself.
|the aptly-named Glory Hole|
Then we were off in the car, all anxious to sleep in our own beds that night. Between hearty naps for the boys and listening to some audio books, the drive was less than torturous. The New South Wales park office worker that I had spoken with a couple of weeks before had told me about Robertson Pie Shop, a landmark in Robertson, NSW that we would pass on the way home. I had told the boys about it, and Kenyon asked approximately 5,782 times when we would have pie, was it time for pie, what sort of pie would we be getting, was this the town for pie...you get the picture.
We rolled into Robertson at 6pm, the perfect time to pick up some takeaway savory pies as well as sweet pies.
It was a long, good trip, chock full of sights, experiences, and challenges...now we're all ready to have some downtime and recharge before school starts on January 30.