Day One in the Bush

Day One in the Bush (Wednesday 4th March 2009)
Even after my rebirth (the hike) I still had civil duties to see to such as making sure my house was fit for the real estate for me to vacate. This took me two days more then expected. But finally I am officially off grid, living on the ground which we originate and breathing the fresh air of a rewilded spirit.
Tonight is my first 'officially' night on my journey. I would have liked it if my rebirth went straight into my new life but that want the case. Regardless I am here now and I feel the sense that I am doing something special.
Today I handed in the keys to my rental and I drove out to a place near Dwellingup called Nanga Mill which is in Lane Poole Reserve. I found a nice spot in a bend in Nanga Brook which flows all year round with nice clean cold water. Nanga Mill was once an actual mill. Not far away is another campsite call ed Nanga Townsite which was a small town until a huge bush fire destroyed it – along with many other towns – in the 50s.
I think that this site will be my main base as it has all the facilities I need and is located conveniently. It has long drop toilets, a running fresh water stream that flows into the large Murray River not that far away, waist disposal bins, fire pits for once the fire ban is over and nice open camp grounds. It will cost me about $6.50 per night to stay here (saving of $184.50 per week compared to what I was paying when I was renting) which is the average camping fees for campsites in this area.
I explained to my real estate my situation and to my surprise they where very accommodating because the rent that I still owe they are willing to take out of my bond which is very convenient for me as I don't need to come up with that money.
When I was on the hike Keeta when to the dog sitters and they said that she didn't eat her dinner, when I got her back she didn't eat for me either – so it has been a few nights that she hasn't eaten properly. I think I will try her on different food. I noticed that she ate the food that I cooked up for her but not the organic dog food in a can that I buy.
Not far away from my campsite there is a caravan. When I pulled up I recognized the man which was in it. He was the father of one of my previous trainees and fellow scouter. It was good to catch up and very ironic to meet him here. He was spending the night in the bush with his mother who is from the Netherlands.
Its so peaceful here but I have a lot of equipment but I figure as I get more used to this type of living I will be able to get rid of particular things which I do not need and eventually I will have less and less.
Tomorrow I need to go back into Pinjarra and do a few things for this weekends camp which is a Cub Camp. I currently have major transport problems so I hope to sort that out tomorrow.