After a wild night with the Southerly Buster bringing chaos to the Wellington Region, we woke to a calm if rather damp morning. Tendrils of mist caressed the trees in the surrounding valleys and it looked like we were going to get nice weather for the weekend after all. By Saturday morning our group of seven caravans and one motor-home were parked onsite ready to join in the fun of our non power rally at Kaitoke Regional Park. It was nice to have two couples from the Wairarapa Caravan Club join us for the weekend.
A misty Kaitoke morning
Tents with family groups were dotted around the grounds. We came across this family with their sleeping bags hung out dry. They must have had an extremely wet miserable evening in all that torrential rain which fell the previous night to have so much bedding hanging on the clothesline.
We had a special celebration on Saturday afternoon. Robin as President did the honours and presented Geoff and Eileen with their 200 Rally badges. It was certainly very clear from their surprise that they did not realize this rally was such a special one to them. As they remarked, “it sneaked up on them”. Congratulations to you both – may you have many more rally weekends away with the Caravan Club.
Robin presenting the 200 Rallies bars – what a surprise!!
After a BBQ meal in the evening, Peter and Elaine had organised a challenge for us. Our task was to pick out a word from the dictionary and see if anyone could guess the meaning. Not an easy task – just how many words are there anyway in a dictionary? As to be expected from our mob, the words chosen were all rather obscure. There was certainly no use in picking easy ones now, was there? We now know that a Janizary is a Turkish foot-guard, a glume is a husk of grain, and a plastron is a steel breast plate! All this new found knowledge may well come in handy one day while doing the crossword.
Secret men’s talk around the barbeques
We all enjoyed a nice leisurely Sunday morning with some of the more energetic going for a bush walk, or trying a spot of fishing in the Hutt River. Or like me, just chatting and enjoying the lovely weather. All too soon it was time to pack up. We had taken along our gazebo for a bit of shade, and it was a six man operation to take it down. It needed one man on each corner and two in the middle. Everyone had to slide their poles up, then walk into the centre.
The gazebo folded up rather like an umbrella, but it is next to impossible to do it on your own.
How many men does it take to fold up a gazebo?
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