the far side , the volunteer caretaker intrigued by our bikes and camping gear . We settled on a site amongst the bush from where he came . We laughed at the suggestion that we be careful , the sand a struggle and we wouldn ’ t get help to retrieve fallen bikes . Assumptions are an intriguing concept .
We set camp and watched as other campers struggled to place huge caravans , coming awfully close to the waters edge . Green Lake was indeed a dry depression that would occasionally fill and was a known area of camp for the peoples indigenous to the area . While not known as a culturally significant area evidence of ancient life is abundant with the many trees scarred by bark removal for canoes , shields and tools . Middens scattered amongst the sandy bush scrub suggest that human existence at
Green Lake far exceeds the modernday holiday maker .
The lake is now kept in supply of water by a channel from further north , camping fees pay for the supply and upkeep of facilities . A small price to pay for such an ideal spot to retreat the urbanised world . An excellent location to be ‘ lost ’.
As the next day dawned we walked the surrounds of the lake , exploring the indigenous and natural history ,
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