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Kangaroo Valley

We spent last weekend in Kangaroo Valley with friends. Oh man, I love that place.

If you are thinking it sounds magical, it is. If you are thinking it sounds festooned with wildlife, it is. If you are thinking it sounds beautiful and peaceful, it is. But it’s not too good to be true. It’s only about an hours drive from Wollongong, and though some members of our party complained about the windy road into the valley, it’s really not that bad.

We walked country lanes.

We marveled at farm animals. We picked wild mint and lemons.

We ate delicious food. We enjoyed the unique company that only old friends can provide. We tried not to ignore the children too much. So we made a sled and dragged them down a hill.

I had no mobile or internet reception the whole weekend. These two things are normally my lifeline during the week, and I pay far too much attention to them. On Monday I felt like I had genuinely been away for ages. I felt like I was out of touch with the world. It was nice. It spoke of relaxation.

Thank you, Kangaroo Valley.

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This entry was posted on November 8, 2012 by in Home, Kids, Life in Australia and tagged , , , .
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