My mid winter SOLO camp. Enjoy the sounds of camping with me on my mid winter SOLO camp beside a beautiful lake. Sit back and enjoy the relaxing sounds of camping, sounds of nature, rain sounds, lake sounds, bird sounds, ASMR, cooking in a tent, rain on tent.
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I SOLO camped mid winter on a very rainy night. For dinner I cooked sweetcorn fritters with bacon and tomato, the avocado was a disaster.. Breakfast was porridge with banana, all cooked on the gas camp cooker.
Highlights
- Close to Taupo, Rotorua and Hamilton
- Even closer to Whakamaru
- Isolated, well distanced campsites
- Situated beside the beautiful Lake Whakamaru
- Small boat ramp suited for launching a dinghy or kayak
- Beautiful forest and views across the lake to the cliffs
- Waikato River Trail goes past this reserve
- Explore bush walks and river trails
- You’ll likely have very few camp neighbours during winter
- Sounds of nature and sounds of camping
Lowlights
- My avocado !
The Campsite: Dunham Reserve, Whakamaru
The Dunham Reserve Campsite is located beside Lake Whakamaru. This is a scenic campsite in the South Waikato, it is not the main Whakamaru Reserve but is further East. This campsite provides more shelter than the main Reserve.
Enjoy the relaxing sounds of camping in nature, sounds of rain on tent, sounds of lake, foggy lake views, nature sounds in forest, relaxing nature sounds, rainforest sounds, reduce stress, camping sounds, ASMR, relax, fall asleep to the sounds of rain on the tent.
ℹ️Stats
📅 Date: 09/07/2022 - 10/06/22
☀️Weather: Varied, rainy, windy, cold, brief sun ⛈☔️
🌲Location: Dunham Reserve, Whakamaru, South Waikato
⛺️ Accommodation: Tent free, limited to two nights
🌲🌳🏕🌲🌳 Sounds of camping 🌲🌳🏕🌲🌳
I braced myself for the next gust, feet wide, knees bent, crouching over my hiking poles. I could see the track snaking along the ridge line with steep drop-offs on either side. We were well and truly above the tree line, if I went over, it was going to be a long way before I stopped falling.
There’d already been two hikers knocked off their feet by the wind, fortunately they’d not gone over the edge. Someone else’s pack cover took flight, a bright red sail disappearing into the grey fog.
Not satisfied, the wind circled around and had a go from the other direction, whirling up from Lake Te Anau then slamming into me from the other direction. So this was what 80 kilometre gusts felt like I mused as the sleet flew past me horizontally..