My first day camping in the Warrumbungle National Park ended with showers and a stunning misty sunset, complete with rainbow.
I hadn’t lowered and zipped shut the front ‘verandah’ flap of my tent, so a little water had entered.
My cousins erected a separate ‘fly’ tarpaulin over their whole tent in case of further rain.
It grew cold and damp; a young male Eastern Grey kangaroo insisted on sharing our fire’s warmth. No feeding of animals is allowed here, but they are unafraid of humans.
Next morning was persistently wet; water had seeped into my tent at the bottom edges, My bedding was dry, but It felt like an island, so I pegged out the ‘blinds’ to stretch the tent sides more.
This worked. However, I intend to buy a tarpaulin to make my own fly over the top for next time.
We donned wet weather gear and went for a gentle valley walk, where this shaggy group of ancient grass trees caught my eye.
As we packed up wet gear under dripping trees, a group of emus wandered into camp — different shaggy creatures, but equally weird.
The rain had caused these fungi to erupt though the leaf litter like small daisies. They are ‘Earth stars’ I think (Geastrum triplex) and I’d only ever seen them in books before.
As I drove out, the mist was rising and the wet lichened rockfaces mimicked snow. I’ll come back in fine weather for more walks in the Warrumbungles — but with a tent fly ready in case!