Day two – Homesickness Sets In

My day started at 4:30am, when Rohan slithered into my bed and clung onto me like a frozen clip-on Koala toy. When he had suitably defrosted (from stealing all of my body heat) his instinctive drive to ask for food set in and he began squawking about breakfast.  Torture.
I wish the day got better from that point but after 11 hours of driving we are now camped in a petrol station next to a refrigerated truck that is making a LOT of noise. You can all fill in the blanks. My bum is numb from sitting, I am wearing the same clothes I had on yesterday and I miss my creature comforts.  Whinge. Whinge. Whinge.

This part of our journey is mainly about getting from A to B so I don’t expect it to be brilliant. Tomorrow we arrive in Cairns so hopefully I’ll have a lot more to report on than numb bums and snotty kids.
With all that said I thought I’d share with you a few more of my brilliant camping hacks.


I have made about 2/3 of the meals we will need & they are either vacuum sealed (I can’t spell kryovac) or ready to go meals in “dump bags”.

Despite sounding disgusting dump bags are my ingenious idea to save on food preparation. For the days when I will use the Dreampot, which is a thermal cooker, I have saved time by putting all the ingredients in a little bag which I then froze.

You can see from the picture that everything is chopped up ready to go & the dump bags even contain homemade stock paste and spices.

Any potatoes used in the dump bags had to be parboiled first as raw potatoes should not be frozen.

I also made up dump bags for things like scones, muffins & bread – all of which can be cooked in the dreampot!!

Here is a super yummy lasagne I made in the dreampot.

The dreampot works by holding food at temperature for up to 12 hours. So this morning I put a stew on before we left freezing cold Bauple, and it was nice & slow cooked, ready to eat when we arrived at the petrol station at 9pm tonight.

All our food has been carefully packed & planned to make sure we have a really balanced diet while we are away (and to ensure Rohan doesn’t starve to death – a deep fear he holds).

There isn’t too much to say about clothes. Everyone only has about 4 different outfits & I’ve eliminated pj’s (for everyone bar me. I love pj’s). So the kids are sleeping in fresh clothes each night that they will then pack the next day.

The clothes are all packed in these tiny little  Globlite travel organisers that fit nicely in one of Frankie’s drawers.  Mostly we are all wearing neck to ankle clothes to protect against the sun & bugs.

I’d better get off to bed. I have a huge day ahead of me tomorrow, napping in the car & passing Ben his water bottle frequently, so I’d better be well rested.

Hopefully in the coming days I’ll have more interesting things to write about!!

Take Care,

Mrs Frankencruiser xx

Day One

Day One
Well we made it out of Sheldon…. barely. Frankie and the Tramp is all set up in a free camp spot just North of Gympie (or a mere 2 hours from home) and Ben is currently digging a hole for Isabelle to poo in. Welcome to my world for the next 5 weeks.
The day didn’t go as planned but we are nothing if not flexible. At about 11pm last night Ben decided that Frankie was carrying too much weight at the back. No amount of “She’ll be right” could sway him so we delayed our departure this morning in order for Ben to install airbags under her rear. There was drilling, welding, making brackets, fitting things, taking wheels on and off, fitting shorter axles, fitting longer axles…. all in all a good 10 hours of Ben lying underneath a car working while I fannied about trying to look busy so he wouldn’t ask me to help him.
So far nothing very interesting has happened. Isabelle lasted 30 minutes in the car before she needed to go to the toilet. Rohan fell asleep as soon as the car started moving and briefly woke at 10pm, when we arrived at our camp spot, to demand dinner. After inhaling his dinner he promptly fell back asleep leaving me to wonder whether he actually woke up or whether it was his subconscious demanding food on his behalf. Jazzy is allergic to one of the trees here at Bauple and has already drenched one of her hankies.
Jazzy’s hayfever is a nice lead in for me to talk about one of my brilliant camping ideas (of which there are many but I’ll try not to bombard you with too much brilliance all at once). As most of my offspring, and Ben, are cursed with allergies to all sorts of things and constantly require some kind of snot rag, I imagined the trip would be spent with me frequently screeching “whose tissue/hankie is this?!?” (I hate snot) To alleviate this problem I decided that everyone would have their own coloured hankie. I enlisted my little seamstress, Jazzy, to whip them up for me and now if I see a hankie lying around I can immediately determine who the owner/culprit is depending on it’s colour.
I had envisioned that we would make it half way to Cairns today so I am totally unprepared for this Southerly cold. We are all in bed at the moment freezing our buts off. I’m going to leave it there for today as I want to get to sleep.
I was separated from my huggy pillow last night (she was packed in Tramper) and I slept terribly. I am soooo excited for our reunion tonight.
Thanks for reading!!
Mrs Frankencruiser xxx

Jazzy sewing hankies.

Eating dinner at 10pm in Bauple.