We drove up Macquarie Pass, my Wife sitting in the back with our little girl hoping she wouldn't get car sick (that last time she had been for such a long drive was when we brought her home from the RSPCA in Sydney (and she threw up all through the car). It was a bit awkward because no where could list a starting location of the walk (which was meant to go from Moss Vale to Bowral) so I just Google Mapped to where the trails seemed to end and said we would look for a starting location and somewhere to park as we arrived.
As we arrived in Moss Vale, we drove down Suttor Road, where the bike track started (the walk was meant to be a mixture off off road and bike track). There was no signage, so I pulled up along the bike track asking if we should just start. My Wife turned on her Google Maps, and asked what Bong Bong Common was. I quickly loaded up mine and seeing that it was a sort of park I decided to start from there, as it was just a short way up the road. I turned onto Argyle Street and quickly turned off down into what seemed to be the car park, with many people going for a walk or bike ride.
We headed down the path and Orla was beyond excited to go for a walk somewhere new.
At the end of this short path the bike track looped right, while there was a dirt trail heading left along the Wingecaribee River, which we believed was the 'Bong Bong Track' we had come to walk.
It was a nice path along the river and we were all excited to continue along, stopping to read little information signs along the way while Orla happily sniffed and explored.
We noticed holes in the ground and my Wife commented it was a Wombat hole. I suggested it could be a Rabbit Warren to which she replied that the holes were smaller. I pointed to one not far down from the one she had been looking at which was a much tighter squeeze. She agreed it could be as we noticed a bunch of digging spots around agreeing that it was probably Rabbits.
We continued on and soon came to a fence in our path, blocking us off and telling us no Dogs were allowed further along the path. We were both pretty upset, because we had questioned whether Dogs would be allowed as maps did mention it was national parks, but the site online had told us it was Dog friendly showing us cool photos of the walk along. I gazed longingly down the dirt track before we turned around to head along the concrete cycle track of Bong Bong Common.
My Wife was pretty disappointed, we had just wanted a bushwalk we could take our Dog through and she once again expressed desire to move to England where there was much more Dog acceptance, not only in nature, but in bars and pubs too.
We agreed to just enjoy the walk, happy to at least be somewhere new and be out of the house and local area.
It wasn't a bad location, with my Wife commenting it sort of reminded her of Macqaurie Rivulet "before it became dodgy" she said.
I heard a zipping noise overhead and looked to see a remote control airplane zipping around. A few metres up we came across a sign informing us the area was used for people to fly these.
We continued along the path with the river to our left and my Wife groaned every time I stopped to take a photo of a sign, asking why I needed to do that. I told her that they contained information and history on the locations you visited and that every spot and path had a history to it.
Orla didn't mind that it wasn't a bush walk and happily walked along the path with blissful enjoyment.
As we rounded the corner with no one coming along the path we stopped for a quick family photo.
Although it wasn't the bush walk we were hoping for we found ourselves enjoying the beautiful spot none-the-less with the gorgeous winding river to our left and great expanses of farm-land to our right.
Orla stopped to 'go toilet' and we both commented about how we were both busting for a wee and that hopefully there would be a toilet somewhere along the cycle track as down our way there usually is.
We passed many people walking dogs and Orla often wanted to play. "She needs a friend." My Wife often tells me, an excuse to try and get a second Dog.
At one point we crossed a group of three older men walking a Labrador and it pulled across the path and the two began sniffing each other all around getting the leads tangled. We soon untangled them and continued with Orla all happy with her bit of Dog on Dog interaction (which she hasn't been able to have due to some sort of Dog disease in the Illawarra so she hasn't been getting as many walks lately for her safety, plus Corona Virus and all that!)
There were markers at various points on the track letting us know how many kilometres we had walked but also one on the opposite side so we knew how much further we had to walk.
The path winded right and then left and we began walking behind huge beautiful houses, the sort that made you wish you were less poor.
We could see a group of 4 women walking towards us in the distance. Three middle aged, and one young lady walking her Dog on the far side away from us. The three middle aged women were spread across the path, as we continued towards them I told my Wife "I bet you they don't move off the path for us". She agreed that they wouldn't stating they're probably "Posh rich and entitled people".
As they got closer they still hadn't gone in front or behind each other, taking up the whole path and ignoring the 'share the path rule'. My Wife and I on our side of the path walked right towards them, determined not to move for rude inconsiderate people. As they reached us the ladies were ready to barge right into us, however the young ladies Dog began barking and lunged across right towards Orla. The older lady directly in front of me did and over the top shock reaction at me, placing her hand over her chest in shock, before slightly stepping aside and continuing her conversation with them as if nothing had happened. I was pissed, because if I were a less polite person I would have told them off about sharing the path, but my Wife just complained about people who get big dogs they can barely control, particularly if they are aggressive towards other dogs. However she was happy with Orla's reaction to jump away rather to be aggressive back.
Soon the path split and there was a path going right up between houses that we believed just led up to a street. We stayed straight, continuing the winding track along the river. The sun was out now and we were beginning to get quite warm in our jumpers as our need to pee only continued to get worse.
The path became surrounded by trees on either side offering a bit of shade, that we were very happy for. Many friendly walkers or cyclist passed saying hello and good-day to us. The ones that spoke I said hello back to, while to other we simply nodded at each other, and with others we simply walked past, happy to mind our own business.
We were approaching the end of the walk which was 4.5kms and by this point our need to pee was becoming a 'wee bit painful'. See what I did there? Ignore me.
We reached the end of the river walk, although the bike track continued up hill to our right. There was no toilet in sight and my Wife asked me to google map if any were nearby. The closest I could find was at Burradoo Park, that required walking through the streets to get to. I asked if she wanted to walk there or just head back.
My Wife decided to walk to Burradoo Park as it was closer than walking the entire way back to the car to then have to drive around to find a toilet anyway.
We continued along the bike path up railway road with the rail tracks to our left eventually passing Oxley College on our right.
We turned right up Sullivan Road, again admiring all the stunning houses around us.
My Wife had also used Google Maps and wanted to turn down Holly Road. I was also looking but suggested to continue on and turn down Osborne Road instead as it would take us out right across from Burradoo Park. By now we were both hurting pretty bad, and I had told my Wife I would hold it for her (as a Man I have the benefit of being able to pretty much go anywhere which didn't seem fair to my Wife).
As we reached in my Google Maps showed us moving the right way towards the park. However we soon realised we had reached a dead end, and the GPS had been playing up and we had went the wrong way down Osborne Road, turning around and heading back an extra kilometre to head down the other end of Osborne Road.
By this point my Wife, waking Orla, stormed off ahead of me, and I was left to walk (at a slow pace due to being absolutely busting) on my own all the way to Burradoo Park. While I walked on my own with my Wife abandoning me as she marched ahead bitter resentment festered in my head. I was only not peeing for her and I thought it was mighty rude for her to storm off without me. I had thoughts of telling her off, saying that I would never go on a walk with her again due to her rudeness. As I reached the busy Moss Vale Road and finally managed to cross and finally relieve myself a lot of that anger and tension faded, and as I went to sit at the park bench with my Wife and Dog she quickly apologised, saying that she just couldn't hold it and needed to go. I felt bad for my thoughts and apologised for being so slow saying I couldn't walk any faster while busting. We sat on the bench under some beautiful trees having our first drink and a sandwich and some hummus while giving Orla a big drink and a whole carrot as a treat.
Orla got a little stir crazy so I took her for a jog throughout the trees and I quickly ran out of steam long before she did.
We began our walk back, feeling much better than on our way there. Orla kept pulling and my Wife told her to 'go toilet' she quickly did a poo and my Wife picked it up in one of our biodegradable and compostable doggy poo bags. I questioned why dog poo wasn't fogo-able and my Wife mentioned about Dog disease, saying at least in this bag in a red bin it would all break down organically anyway.
We reached the Bong Bong Commons again and through our bag in the bin and began the walk back as I noticed some cool mushrooms.
On our way back our hips, feet and arms and backs began getting sore, and I felt very tired. Strangely so as I often do long and more arduous walks than this. We were happy when we within distance of our car, Orla seemed very exhausted and two young children commented saying they thought she was cute. I noticed a historical memorial I hadn't noticed in the car park and we had a quick look.
The trees were missing but the stump on one still remained. We set off home, working out overall we had done 13kms. A pretty solid walk for us, and for Orla. While not the sort of off road, bush walk adventure we thought we were going to do we ended up enjoying our family walk at Bong Bong Common none-the-less.
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