Back in early autumn I camped-out for 3 days on a long weekend up in the mountains in Brindabella National Park. Basically a picnic area at the base of Mt. Coree, generally you need 4WD to get there and you're far from any mobile service or support of any kind. Just a tiny oasis in the middle of nowehere. There were 3 other people setup on saturday, busy for this location, mostly because it was a long weekend. Saturday was nice, got down to freezing at night. Sunday was beautiful and I went for a hike up to the summit. By the time I got back down to make dinner everyone else had evacuated. The weather started turning bad fast.
Brindabella has a compulsory closure order anytime it rains or snows, because the roads are so bad and routinely wash-out and flood. Anyway, they all left but fuckit, I stayed.
Totally alone out here as the sun set the weather got brutal, heavy winds, thick fog, and the rain got so bad it was like being under a waterfall. I stayed in my camping chair under my tarp until it got too heavy to contend with. I put my oil lantern out and stowed it safely under the truck, released the tarp so it wouldn't fill with water or tear, and escaped into the back of the truck.
It's like a hotel back there, nice tailor-fit inflatable mattress, blankets, night lights, my trusty candle lantern, windows all blacked-out with foam pads. I had my beer, my headphones, snacks, and all the comforts. I just chilled out in drunken bliss with the rain thundering on the roof like mad. I poked my head out every now and then to survey, and the road was a river of mud and the camp started to flood, about calf-deep. I got nervous, but hell, couldn't do anything about it. Managed to get out in the morning through lots of mud and washed-out road. 11/10
