I love these threads, too. Thank you I-dont-know.
Nariel Creek, Victoria, Australia. Late 1960s. We slept in a beetle Volkswagon beside the creek. I remember driving along the highway thinking that every hitch-hiker must have been heading there. They weren't. It was a small festival then. The dance in the local hall was a high point. Fairy lights in the dark bush and the old wooden hall shaking with the dancing of a hundered feet. The Nariel Creek Band with their button acordians, drum kit with South Sea Island sunset, and a piano.
Cheers, Joy