It was a stunning morning, that luscious tropical smell was in the air. This caravan park is full of palm trees and lush green grass and we have scored a lovely site not too far away from the amenities. As a bonus, the closest amenities are like little ensuites containing a shower, toilet, basin and even a full length mirror. Although they are shared, its lovely to have one all to yourself while you are “doing your thing”.  

We needed to pick up some mail at the post office that was supposed to have arrived by now (but hadn’t) and then Caleb’s favourite task (not) – food shopping. I was keen to get to Myer for a look see but even after numerous hints and blatant begging on folded knees didn’t get me there, I knew that Ray assumed food was much more important that new shoes! Boy, have I taught that man nothing about priorities? 

Caleb and I trudged behind Ray dragging our feet, knowing he was right. It was nice to be able to have a huge, reasonably priced, selection in the supermarket so we stocked up on everything. 

Monday nights at the Lake Placid Caravan Park offer an Asian feast. For $10 the owner, Phil, cooks Asian and donates the proceeds to Breast Cancer Research. It is always a very popular night around the pool. Meals are served at 6pm but if you actually turn up at that time you would be sitting on the grass, without a table. Most people turn up at 5:30, we got there at 5:00pm, settled down with the group and our glasses of wine and waited. 

Caleb wasnt too keen on Chinese food for dinner so he stayed in the van playing and watching a movie while we went. I returned to whip him up something for dinner before I went back for mine. 

Caleb has been watching some Cowboy and Indian movies recently. Ray saw these movies as a kid in the cinema and then spotted them in the $2 shop somewhere during our trip. This has motivated Caleb to buy holsters, guns and caps to fire, which he does at every possible opportunity. 

We have had to watch the cheesy, “Trinity” movies on numerous occasions and explain some of the old time terminology to him. 

Well, when I returned to the van to make his dinner I wasn’t surprised to see him watching Trinity on his DVD player and this prompted him to ask if I could make him a “special” dinner. He was so happy to be able to have a cowboy meal comprising of a tin of baked beans, heated and served in the frying pan and eaten with the wooden spoon that stirred them. It was a classic. He even gripped the spoon in his fist in the same way that Trinity did. 

I left him there to enjoy his dinner and I went to eat mine chuckling all the way.