Camping in Negative Degrees…

We had now been camping for the best part of 2 months, and after our warm and cosy Airbnb we moved on to a place called Murrow Park. It was the prettiest (and one of the cheapest) camp sites we’ve seen. Green grass everywhere, beautiful old trees, a running creek bubbling in the background, happy chickens pecking around…and we were literally the only people there apart from the caretaker. We realised why not long after the sun went down. It was absolutely Freezing!!!! It reached at least negative 5 degrees, possibly a little colder.

Thank goodness we had a campfire, to keep warm while we cooked dinner. We made a yummy leak and potato soup (a favourite camping winter warmer that we discovered while camping around Iceland, and can transform your mood from super cranky to happy in just a few spoonfuls!)

Then we scrambled into the tent with the doggos at about 6:30pm because it was dark, freezing and our tummies were full! Lucy had both her winter jackets on, even Olive the long haired border collie needed her jacket! Our inflatable mattress was no longer staying inflated the whole night through and we spent about 14 hours in the tent until the sun came up the next morning! When we emerged from the tent there was frost all over everything including the dogs leads which were frozen stiff!

Dan and I looked at each other and said “camping in negative degrees isn’t fun anymore!” We we’re now technically into July (officially Tasmania winter) and we decided to ‘call it a day’ with the tent in Tassie. We drive back to our friends house in Launceston and spent a few glorious nights there in the warmth, cooking feasts for our hosts with apples from the apple tree in the backyard, watching David Attenborough and taking the dogs to the dog park everyday. This was actually the perfect way to spend our last few days in Tassie!