Speargrass 2005

The weekend after the gorge kayak trip we went camping at the remote and still-in-development permaculture/organic farm of a couple, L & L, near Pine Creek.

The occasion was C’s birthday and she decided the event would be a festival called Speargrass. It had all the markings of the first of an annual event:

an odd and interesting assortment of people spanning at least three generations and several nationalities, a roasted pig, a hot tub (water heated in a drum over a fire), fire twirling, singing around a campfire, fire-jumping, lawn-bowling, swimming in a billabong, a water-slide on the lawn, a dip in a bit of river that looked perfect for crocs, a climb up the hill behind the house for a glorious view of the area, precarious (but ingenious) and not-too-private toilets, a driveway so rutted, tortuous and bumpy that it made the 3k seem like 30 and made arrival at the house all the more exciting. Did I mention lots of great food?

Next year I might do a solar cooking demonstration if I can get a ride in a car big enough to carry the solar cooker! (Our cooker is largishand the box type; Justin and I rode with R & J in R’s tiny car—we were up to the gills and weighted nearly to the ground, so there was no room this year.)

Here are a few photos.