Occasionally we comes upon a caravan park that is worth writing about. These noteworthy establishments tend to reside in smaller towns. Such is the case with Canowindra (can-oun-dra) Caravan Park situated 30km from Cowra along the track to Orange
A Council owned park with non residential management and around 20 powered sites. Signage at “The Office” ask guests to phone the management and a representative will be along shortly with a key fer the amenities (which aren’t locked but propped open fer the convenience of resident backpackers).
We sets up camp at the first site, avoiding the sites with concrete pads which stain from coffee grounds dumped out the window and opting fer a nice grass/sand site close to amenities anticipating a few days of solitude to recharge.
Before long Neil arrives in 4wd ute. “Cash only and I can’t find my pen. Free use of washing machine and dryers – here’s the key to the amenities – I’ve got to clean them – I hope the backpackers haven’t made too much of a mess”.
Neil looks for his pen while I break camp and head into town in search of an atm to raise the $38 its going to cost fer three nights we have to wait before the next show in Canowindra on Tuesday. Did he really say $38 for three nights? Three doesn’t go into 38…I must have heard wrong.
Its not hard to find the only atm in a desolate one pub town.
Upon return to the carapark we approach the office door which is strangely locked although Neils ute is parked right next to it and noise can be heard inside. Knock on door and wait. More rustling in side and eventually door opens as neil, holding a pressure can of what we figured to be air freshener in his other hand lets another blast go in the general direction behind him. “The Office” has more the appearance of a storeroom.
“I forgot about you – I heard your car come back – I’ve got to clean the toilets – can’t find the cleaning stuff – where’s me pen.”
Almost walks past his ute then says “Oh thats right we’ve got to sort the paperwork out….I forgot….where’s me pen? Here it is is. Oh look I’ve already written it out”.
We managed to do our business, $38 it was then chatted.
He almost apologised fer having backpackers in the park. “They’ve been behaving themselves” he continued to reassure me. Then he asked the obvious question with the passengers seat taken up with an old keyboard we carry around fer those brief moments of creativity when we write and computerise music with it. “Muso?”
An affirmative response gave him the go ahead to expound his views on music. “don’t like bands….like music…don’t like everything one band does and I’ll smash up my own speakers rather than listen to something I don’t want to hear and I’ve done that when my brother was staying with us and he had it up too loud. I smashed up the speaker cause I didn’t want to hear it so loud.”
Haven’t had to kick any one out except fer an old bloke the other week. Lived a bit rough which we put up with but when he started knocking up the other guests around mealtime trying to sell them stuff but really looking fer a feed he’d stepped over the line and had to go. Neil sounds to me like he might be a really tough little teddy bear.
Neils business was growing organic veg fer Woolworths and others. Lots of leftovers than the corporates didn’t want. If they ordered 300 ton thats what they would take and not a gram over. Neil was happy to spread the leftovers around caravan park guests and said he would return later with free veg.
An hour later a caravan arrives and sets up in the next bay…..so much fer solitude….then the backpacker hoard descended from wherever they had been haunting all day and set theirselves up in the camp kitchen directly on the path to toilets preventing access without conversation……I’ll burst first!
Neil returned just on dark with plastic bags of brocolli, silver beet and oranges. We traded him a couple of Pirate Pete CDs fer his kids.
There is a good deal more character in the caravan parks that reside in smaller towns.