Bushfires strike fear into the hearts of most Australians. Caravanners are constantly on the alert for signs of smoke, the smell, a certain golden glow that cannot be described, even the shadows that take on an eerie quality. This week while on a Caravan Club muster we found ourselves once more on alert. We can be thankful, but to those caught in nature’s path the losses to homes, livestock and livelihoods have been utterly devastating. Our hearts go out to them.
March 2nd 2019, Toora, Vic
To the south of us Wilson’s Promontory National Park is on fire. Back in Melbourne there are major fires in the Bunyip region in the outer eastern suburbs. It’s hot 37 degrees but we can be thankful that the wind is minimal.
In the evening the sun sets, a crimson ball in a purple smoke haze.
March 3rd 2019, Toora, Vic
We wake to a van filled with smoke. The Tarra Bulga fire has grown, still out of control. The rising sun is still a crimson ball and everything is bathed in a golden glow. We’re quite safe where we are but the smoke becomes so bad that we are forced inside for most of the day. The phone continually beeps with updates and ‘Watch and Act’ warnings. Faces nervously peer at fire maps. Families ring making sure we’re all safe and vice versa. A coating of ash is on the cars and vans.