The road trip sing-along is a place of no judgement. No matter how bad, there is an unspoken agreement that everyone sounds fabulous.
Last week we road-tripped down to the amazing Karri forests in south-west Western Australia (WA).
We fired up the iPod, and – covering all decades and many genres since about 1955 – we sang loudly. Badly. Proudly.
Between Perth and Pemberton there are many delightful places to stop, wander, explore. We took a vehicular stroll through dairy farms, orchards, forest, and small towns.
At Coffee O’clock we stopped in Donnybrook. The boys’ iced coffees were served in 1ltr preserving jars. The coffee was…acceptable.
Two hours later we arrived in Pemberton. Well-trained by childhood road-trips, I sniffed out the bakery for lunch, then gravitated to a stall on the side of the road selling delicious locally made jams.
Fully loaded with saturated fat and sugar, we went on to the second-highest fire lookout tree in the world; the Gloucester Tree. This is a magnificent tree with an un-magnificent name.
Mark has a fear of heights and no intention of ever climbing it; I’d done it before so felt no need to subject myself to the terror/exhilaration again. Kobi climbed the tree and returned satisfied to tick that off his bucket list.
There are several options for bushwalking and we chose a gentle 1km meander through the ancient forest.
The drive home took us through more forest as we weaved our way back to the freeway.
It’s a great day trip. If time permits it could be a relaxing 3 or 4 days of exploring; there’s plenty of accommodation options and an ample supply of scenery, wineries, and bakeries.
The drive lends itself to singing, warbling, crooning and even in-your-seat dancing.
That being said, my dramatic, interpretive homage to Gene Pitney’s 24 Hours from Tulsa – a favourite of my late father – may have been taking it too far. I think even dad would have changed the song.
And told me never to do it again.