babes in the bush

A couple of years ago I got the chance to go visit my mate Bush Babe and her family, at their farm in Queensland
If you were around then, you would have read all about my adventures trying to get there and how much I loved it once I DID actually arrive

Well, my kids never forgave me for that.
You went to a FARM and fed ANIMALS and didn’t TAKE us???

I decided that if I ever DID get the chance to take them, I would.
And this trip to Oz had a 3 day window where we could make it happen.

Giddyup!

5 hour flight from Perth to Brisbane
5 hour drive from Brisbane to Bush Babe’s place
38 hours there
10 hours to get back home
As we say in Australia, ‘piece of piss!’ (means EASY)

Mum came with us
Because Macaroni and Magoo want Nanna to be EVERYWHERE they are
Me too!
Plus Mum has an internal GPS that shits all over mine
Meaning we wouldn’t get crazy and hopelessly lost getting there like I did last time

To say my girls had the time of their lives in an understatement

They rode horses
They fed bulls
They rode on a quad bike
They learnt how to crack a whip
They watched me give a lightening quick guitar lesson to the only best student I ever had

They went to see a country kid’s school (2 classrooms for ALL the kids, so cool!)
They saw baby animals and big animals
They built a fort/cubby house out of bales of hay
They became the best of friends with two little Aussies

They climbed trees and had mud fights in the creek
They had a picnic by the river
They watched a spectacular Queensland bush sunset
They had an adventure of a life time

Definitely something two city kids from Chicago won’t soon forget

We ALL loved it
There’s NOTHING like the Aussie bush
Or the incredible hospitality that goes with it

Thanks BB, to you and your fabulously cool family
x

PS – you can find Bush Babe’s website (and her brilliant documentation of life on the land) on her popular blog by CLICKING HERE
Or head over to her Facebook page!

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