The Bindmurra Cattle Station Country Music Campout 07

It is the most engulfing feeling, searching for the Bindmurra Cattle station (past grid no. 4 west of the road to Swan Reach – our directions read).

One would never guess that you could hide a crowd of more than 100 people, caravans and music on such flat terrain. Yet, somehow, the Bindmurra station did manage to do so.

As we drove up the road and turned, there in front of us, lighting up the sky was the largest full moon one had ever seen. In the distance, it looked bigger than a hovercraft in the sky. Enflamed with the suns’ remaining light, it lit the sky like a fireball, as if someone had dropped a firebomb.

The brilliance of the moon light shone in the direction of our destination – the 2007 Bindmurra Cattle Station Country Music Campout.

It was amazing sitting amongst people of all sorts of calibre and knowledge of country music. Everyone, with their seats all spread across the cattle station having given up the comforts of urban or town living and gathered under the red hot and dusty Australian sun to listen to the universal language of music.

The music and words sparked sing-a-longs, dance and a tranquillity, that was redefined by the soothing taste of cold bourbon or beer. The more the day passed, the more relaxed one felt, despite the heat and the dust.

Surrounded by poets and musicians, their words defined the honest man’s life, his thoughts, dreams and hopes. For a moment one was transported through these words into their lives, and sometimes the tunes mutated you into one of them.

Our time there was both ethereal, and an adventure, as that Saturday night we were thrown into the direction of a passing atrocious wind and lightening storm. However, our little tent managed to survive, thanks to the strength and stability of our Subaru. It was truly a battle between machine and nature... with two humans caught in between.

Those moments were divine, and will always be carried with us as one of the most memorable weekends we have ever had.