http://ift.tt/1j9IPX1 Matt and I had been driving around the back roads of rural / central NSW. The sun was beginning to set and we were yet to set up the tent and start on the sausages when we approached a fork in our abandoned country road. After a moments deliberation we decided to follow the guidance of the famous Robert Frost and turned to the road on our right. It was just a few kilometres later when he’s pilotage paid off and we were at our chosen location. It really was a perfect night. Our chairs set up in front of our tent, a clear sky above us with these stunningly positioned tree’s in front of us, music, beers and the sausages finally cooking. via 500px http://ift.tt/1ywcEav
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