There’s something special about those first nights away. The van is finally set up, the kettle’s boiled a dozen times already, and everything still feels just a little bit new—even if you’ve planned it all a hundred times over.
We couldn’t have asked for better days to start the trip. Warm sunshine, clear skies, and that sense of freedom that only really hits once you realise… we’ve actually done it. We’re on the road.
But the nights? That’s another story.
A bit of wind crept in, temperatures dropped more than expected, and suddenly those peaceful mornings outside with a cuppa needed a little more determination than planned. Somewhere between pulling on an extra layer and watching the steam rise off the mugs, I was reminded of a promise I’d made—Debbie wouldn’t need her beanie at breakfast.
Let’s just say… we weren’t quite there yet.
So, in the spirit of keeping things enjoyable (and keeping promises intact), we made a small change of plan. The Wheatbelt Trail isn’t going anywhere, and there’s no point rushing into chilly mornings when we’ve got the freedom to adjust.
Instead, we pointed ourselves a couple of hours north, chasing a bit more warmth and seeing where the road takes us. That’s the beauty of this trip—nothing is locked in, and every decision can be as simple as “what feels right today?”
It’s early days, but already the rhythm is starting to settle in. Slow mornings, simple choices, and the kind of flexibility that makes this whole adventure what it is.
And with any luck, tomorrow’s breakfast might just be beanie-free.
Love it 😍