Unexpected Worries: Dunn's Swamp - Wollemi National Park, NSW

Bluey, the campervan, is a travel enabler, and the source of unexpected worries. We spend 4 hours from Sydney to the Swamp, climbing over the Blue Mountains to Olinda  and Wollemi National Park. As we hit the last 10kms, I glance in the mirror and see we have a rear tyre fast deflating.

This is the second flat in as many days. We limp into the campsite, passing amusing letterboxes, to sleep on the flat. 

Next morning, up with the sun to see the swamp where mist races across the water's surface like tendrils of smoke.

A wallaby munches his way into camp and races off once the campers awake.

Next, a breakfast of bacon and eggs, then we start to pull out the tools. Our Aussie neighbours rush up to help. One guy lays aside his sunnies and cowboy hat, then slides under the back to struggle with the spare. The other guy uses his jack to help. After some wheel wrangling, the spare is fitted. A handshake, a thank you, and the humbly mumbled response: "it's what we do".

We walk off our breakfast with a hike to the Weir. On the way, we scramble up the 'pagodas', circular, layered rock formations which provide splendid views.

Back at the van, we laze the afternoon away. 

Aperitif time reveals the plan to chill the wine in the freezer has been so successful that the bottle is solid ice, so we squeeze our glassfuls, drop by drop, over the next hours.

White gum wreathed in shadows, twisting and turning from morning glint to sunset glow. Sky breezes of the day whispering history in your footsteps for the mortals far below.