My first 2 months camping trip was 49 years ago. I was delivered at 5.25 pm after a rocky delivery and coming out ass first and the next day I went away camping for 2 months.
This is when my love affair began, I was a day old nearly and I was swept away to Penstock Lagoon in the Highlands of Tasmania with my older brother my parents and my grandparents and two uncles that were around the same age as me.
This tradition has been going on for 49 years but 11 years ago I lost my Grandpop and his ashes was spread at his favourite point where he would stand for hours floating out a dry fly then 2 years after that we spread my eldest uncles ashes up there and a year after that my Nan had her ashes spread at the same campsite we spent every Christmas.
So, I started this tradition with my wife 30 years ago and then my son and then my daughter who are now 27 and 25!
7 years ago, my wife became very sick and wheelchair-bound, and we still try to manage our Christmas trip with the kids.
Penstock is more than a place I have camped for 49 years it’s a place we call home and a place that always brings back beautiful memories and a place we can sit around the campfire and still have those loved ones around who are not here today to cherish these moments.
BY KRIS ORR