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The members of my wife's bridge club were exchanging stories of their
days camping with their families in the 1950's. Each related how they
remembered the primitive conditions like gathering wood, pumping well
water and carrying it to the campsite, using an outhouse, and so forth.
Finally one woman asked my wife, who was raised in Lightning Ridge, if
she had ever done any camping.
"Oh, no, we didn't bother," she replied. "We had all those
inconveniences at home."
Ahhh, a memory of Lightning Ridge. I went there with a group and we decided to swim in the local pool which was heated by natural means. After being in there about 15 minutes a chap called out to me and suggested that I not stop in there too long. Who was he to tell me that? I paid my money to get in.
I stayed in another five minutes then decided to get out which was a good idea until I got on the bank and tried to stand up. My legs turned to jelly and I had lost all my strength. It took a little while for me to gain confidence and try to stand up again.
Always listen to the locals.
The three best things in life - a glass of wine before and a dip in the hot springs after.:D