We would to hunt out remote spots where we could make a bit of noise and not be disturbing (or disturbed by) other campers.
It was fascinating watching these kids grow up over many years, and I know it was a highpoint for many of them - a whole extended weekend of dad to themselves.
The pretext was going fishing. Surf fishing, river fishing, or here, lake fishing.
This annual ritual is still going strong, although I am now not able to go, living as I do in another country (New Zealand). In a year or two, the first grandkids will be old enough to go along.
This shot was taken at Lake Tyers, in eastern Victoria, not far from the mouth of the snowy river. Lake Tyers is a landlocked salt lake. Because it is quite remote, the fish stocks are quite plentiful and diverse. It is one of those spots that you never know what you are going to pull up.
Taken from our campsite late in the afternoon, as a front was coming through.
Beautiful spot, where we could go for days and not see another person.
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