Patonga

Last week I went camping with a few uni friends to celebrate the end of uni for 2012. We took two cars and drove about an hour and a half up the NSW coast to a small township called Patonga, near Woy Woy. Following winding, weather-worn roads we reached our destination. There was hardly anyone there as it was the shoulder-period just before the Dec/Jan peak. Not how I remembered it when I used to go as a kid, but almost everything else had stayed the same after almost ten years since I had last been. The next four days were filled with swimming in the lagoon, and watching my newly dyed red ends turn to pink and orange, picnicking,  strolling on the beach, taking photos, laughing, foraging for shells, cooking on the bbq, watching the ducks, and more swimming.