A few Queensland Forum members joined me on a winter weekend mystery Camping event.  Paul, Matt and Martin braved the elements travelling on some great roads to a cold destination being Cooyar, then greeted with some alcohol, BBQ and some fire drums to keep warm.  The temperature got down to 4 Deg.C which might not be very cold for some parts of Australia but it is for Queensland.

the days would have been nice ?

I'd like to thank Gary for the invite, which was much appreciated by the two non members. Getting to the start point was an adventure in itself  extremely foggy and reduced visibility. As I knew what to expect  I had invested in a spray bottle of Cat Crap anti fog. Did it work no in fact the name told the story it was crap. The morning tea stop at Colleges Crossing was a great choice as was the pub lunch stop at at the Grand Old Crow Hotel  who also put on a great feed.  Arrived at our final destination Cooyar Hotel to find a great grassed camping ground with undercover tables and benches. However the  Saturday night B-B-Q put on by the pub exceeded all expectations and you could even  go back for seconds which our merry little band of Kohorts availed themselves of. Great roads and company and I survived the cold. I even had a good night's sleep unlike Matt and Paul, Matt's sleeping bag turned into an Anaconda and tried to kill him, and Paul's sleep  was interrupted by being surrounded by three snorers. I learnt from previous trips away and had used ear plugs. Great planning and artistic photo's Gary, really well organised.
Regards Martin.

As a very late withdrawal I believe it was a good weekend.  

Unfortunately as I had something on in the morning I was heading straight to the final destination which I know well.  As I was wheeling my moto out of the garage for the depart, I found a big fat juicy nail in my rear tyre.  It probably ingrained itself earlier in the week as I slipped across the border before it closed, for lunch at Woodenbong pub with a mate of mine.  

Much anguish felt and many thanks to Gary for the invite.

I heard a rumour that the Admiral was missing Mick so much and his instructional lesson on picking up a k- bike that he let the wind blow over the barn door so he could practise the skill and show of his might strength to the bar fly

So in other words, somebody's K bike fell over?  Luckily it is soft grass out back.  

Photos please.

Gary do you know how many bikes in attendance. I already know the number of Bricks four.
Regards Martin.

32 bikes and 42 people.