CAMPING THE KIWI WAY
BY CAMPERS FOR CAMPERS
Freedom camping, November 1964
Graham Leslie
One of my first memories of camping was at ‘Spec Creek’. You won’t find it on a map — it was just some little creek on the side of the road, somewhere in Central Otago, where our car (an old 1930 Model A Ford) broke down. There was nothing there.
Mum and Dad built a dam of stones to make a bit of a swimming area (knee deep) where we floated around on Lilos. I don’t know how long we stayed there. Maybe a week, as car parts had to come from Auckland.
The weather was good, and I remember it as a legendary holiday. The things memories are made of.
Take your children camping: they will never forget it.
Adrienne Leslie (mother) with Rhonda and Graham. Photos ©2022 Graham Leslie
One of my first memories of camping was at ‘Spec Creek’. You won’t find it on a map — it was just some little creek on the side of the road, somewhere in Central Otago, where our car (an old 1930 Model A Ford) broke down. There was nothing there.
Mum and Dad built a dam of stones to make a bit of a swimming area (knee deep) where we floated around on Lilos. I don’t know how long we stayed there. Maybe a week, as car parts had to come from Auckland.
The weather was good, and I remember it as a legendary holiday. The things memories are made of.
Take your children camping: they will never forget it.
Adrienne Leslie (mother) with Rhonda and Graham.
Photos ©2022 Graham Leslie
Just some little creek on the side of the road in Central Otago, where our car broke down. Adrienne Leslie (mother) with Rhonda and Graham
©2022 Graham Leslie
©2022 Graham Leslie
Just some little creek on the side of the road in Central Otago, where our car broke down. Adrienne Leslie (mother) with Rhonda and Graham