Summer Holidays are great

My eldest daughter was born on 3 January, for at least the last fi e years we have t celebrated one at home as we have decided to go for a summer adventure. This years adventure started at Black Bulga in south Barrington on a friends property. Teased by the 'did I tell you I have two rivers' how could we resist. A few days of unwinding the pre Xmas coil and we were all feeling refreshed and ready to move on ( mind you we could had stayed and demanded squatters rights.
We headed on up to Barrington Tops and found a nice camp at Little Murray Creek right up on the plateau in the sub- alpine swamp lands. The forest was amazing snow gums with an understory of huge and most likely ancient tree ferns. The alpine meadows were alive with movement sound and color. The wildflowers provided a dense feeding ground for all sorts of creatures but the most visual being the butterflies. Frogs were almost deafening at night time- apart from the first night were we witnessed the most spectular and longest lightening storm I have ever seen. The bolts seemed to split the sky into two color zones the after burn on your eyes made it feel as though a black bolt had also struck. They broke apart like phosphorescence leaving a trail of fairy dust. I imagine that the super sonic crack of the thunder was as if the universe was creating an opening for us all to fall through. We all felt so close to the stars that our imagination was having a great time for the clouds had swallowed us up at the beginning of the storm.
We spent the next day exploring Junction Pools and the walking tracks around the swamp.