Turon Gates – Friday 20th to Sun 22nd July

Last time I wrote about this place it was to say how lovely and quiet it was.  Between that visit and this time, we camped at Turon over the Queen’s birthday weekend – never again over a long weekend.  Despite a wet forecast it was packed with all the usual disturbance of large groups.

Enough moaning, this time normal conditions resumed, just us and a handful of others listening to the sound of silence plus the odd Kookaburra.

We have always planned to complete the Devils Climb walk, but always something has taken up the time.  So this time no excuses.  It is basically a loop out from the campsite, climbing up then along a ridge, before dropping into the next valley and following the river home.

The sign and the start do not inspire confidence.  “Difficult” and a steep climb to get the heart going – although it’s a birds-eye view of the campsite from the top of steepest bit

The trail along the top is fairly easy; a broad track, wide enough to be driven, gently undulating along the ridge.  However, the view is nothing special – the typical Australian bush lookout, nothing but trees.

After a few km it is a left turn to descend into the river valley, which is a knee burner on a loose surface.  But it is worth it for the walk along the river to return.  The path crosses the river a few times, and in places runs along a stone embankment which is presumably part of the mining history of the area.  I am not sure the crossings would be possible if the river was up but easy enough now.

All in all it was about 10km, and took just under the 4hrs with plenty of rest stops.  Its not one for anyone with mobility problems, but if you are reasonably fit it is an enjoyable walk.  Although that didn’t stop Charlotte having a sleep after, before a good fire and a slow cooked stew in the camp oven to ensure an early night.

July inland tends to be cold.  OK, not eskimo cold and no elk to hunt, but cold enough.  After all, if there was frost in the east of Sydney they would think the world was ending.  So -5 the next morning was pushing things a bit!  Ice on the river and ice on the swags.  First order of the day, second order a good breakfast (although the oil solidifying was a challenge)

Turon Gates – Friday 23rd to Sun 25th Mar

If you have been reading these posts for a while you might recognise this place; I’ve written about it a few times before.  With its combination of relaxed camping plus great horse riding, all in a pretty setting, it’s a place to visit more than once, or twice…..

To recap, Turon Gates is on the bank of the Turon River about 20 minutes from the village of Capertee and 3 hours from Sydney.  Only the last section is unsealed, and a 4wd is probably only needed if towing something heavy or the weather is bad.

Charlotte had been studying hard, so this was her reward.  A weekend with just the two of us, and horse riding both days for her.

Being the weekend before Easter it was quiet, just us and one other group in the back paddock.  We set up right next to the river; just swags this time.

After the noise at Yadboro over Australia day, it was heaven to be able to sit and just listen to the wind in the trees, or the sheep grazing along the banks of the river, or the kangaroos hopping across each morning, or the geese paddling past.

Charlotte had 2 hours of riding booked each morning, and on the Saturday we planned to also complete the Devils Climb walk.  This is a loop walk which should take around 3-4 hours; its hard but not as bad as the Castle at Yadboro.  However, it remains to be done.  After her ride, she spent the rest of a happy day looking after the horses

That’s about the sum of the weekend, it is a very easy place to just relax



Turon Gates – 1st & 2nd April

I’ve written about Turon Gates before, a wonderful place nestled in the bush.  Also a great place to head away for the weekend with Charlotte, who loves the horse riding.

The horses were in the back paddock camping when we got there, and even better there were more of them than other campers so we could really enjoy the peace and quiet.

As well as the horse riding there is plenty of bush walking available, just behind the campsite is the start of Devils Climb.  It is very steep, but worth it for the views back down.

With all the exercise in the day it was time to enjoy a relaxing evening with dinner over the fire.

Spotted on the drive home, this has to be best pub courtesy bus ever


Turon Gates – 9th to 11th September

Turon Gates is one of those places which you want to go back to often.  Originally planned as a weekend treat for Charlotte, with horse riding as a reward for studying hard, the trip expanded until there were almost 20 heading over the Blue Mountains.

When travelling it is not too much of a chore breaking camp in the morning, then settling in somewhere else.  Probably as everything you need is already on board.  Weekends away are slightly different – I always prefer to make it a 2 night affair if possible.

So Friday off work for Hils and I and a day off school for the girls.  It seems odd that over here it is just an e-mail to the school office to let them know, but in the UK they would probably fine us for providing the girls with experiences beyond homework and watching TV…..

One thing hadn’t changed, however, from our trip last year; no matter where we head to someone is either already there or turns up shortly after.  Being early spring, with Friday forecast to be wet I’d assumed we would be first in, but no!  Another group had arrived on Thursday and set up, in the back paddock, right where I had my eye on.

Silver linings still exist though; instead of camping in the back paddock we found a cracking spot in the main camp area, tucked under a grassy bank next to the river and out of the wind.  This was very handy when the rain set in mid-afternoon.  Talking next day with Sonia, wife of Soren, who together own Turon Gates, the back paddock can get belted by the wind: seems we had the pick of the spots.

Arriving before midday, there was plenty of time to sort out the fire pits and test run the pit which was to host the spit roast next day.


Arriving later that evening was Chris although no family this time as they had returned to the UK.  With the addition of a rooftop tent and drawers in the back of the Toyota he was well set up.

Saturday was supposed to be a few early showers but then fine and sunny.  Maybe the forecasters need some more computers (or to look out of the window), as the showers continued through the day.

We were so well sheltered in our little spot under the bank (sounds like a scene from wind in the willows…) that we hadn’t appreciated quite how windy it had been.  Sonia drove over to say there was a large tree down across the road in, so the horse riding lady couldn’t get in.

Actually a great big tree across the track sounded rather fun, but the SES are very efficient out here; by the time we got to it they had been and gone with just logs remaining.

On the plus side it meant that the rest of the party could get in.  John of Fifty Toes, his mate Nick a great new introduction and Jason with Amie and Maddie.  Unfortunately their better halves had decided home was a good option, so Hils was sole torchbearer for the ladies.

Also on the plus side, Charlotte could get her horse ride.  One of the fantastic things about Turon Gates is the riding is reasonably priced and realistic in managing risk.  Try riding in Kangaroo Valley and they would put Charlotte on a lead rope due to her age; here she had a 2hr ride matched to her ability, so plenty of cantering.

With recent wet weather the Turon River was a touch higher than last time we were here, but nowhere near its peak, even with the overnight rain.  Apparently a couple of weeks before it was 2.5m above the bridge on the way in.  The fast flow didn’t seem to hinder the feral goats though as they cross back and forth, and was still safe for the kids to invent their own games along the banks.


So to the spit roast!  The fire pit had worked out well the night before, and we’d been out to get plenty of firewood.  When choosing what to roast it makes life easier to choose the more basic cuts, which can handle a long slow cook; in this case boneless pork shoulder rolled and tied.

I’d like to report that the kids were pressed into action turning the spit, earning their keep.  However they had been replaced by a 12v battery, much more reliable and no complaining.

With the meat turning itself there was plenty of time to test camp oven skills, me with a lemonade scone cake and Jason with beer damper (funny how there is always some beer left over for the chef to dispose of…)


5 hours later and the feast was on, with John excelling with accompanying potato bake and oriental salad.

With Sunday came the fine sunny weather promised for Saturday, perfect for a lazy morning around the camp fire (aside from the packing up….) whilst the kids headed off on the horses.


It is funny who you meet when out for a drive.  Whilst the others packed up camp Chris and I headed off towards Sofala.  This is a rocky, narrow, track; would be hard towing but otherwise a fairly simple drive through beautiful country.

At the Sofala end there are some reasonably deep causeways, at the last of which there was a bloke with video camera looking uncertain

It turns out he was trying to shoot marketing material for Dodge RAM.  With him was the first import of their smaller truck, only 6.8l of engine!  Plenty of grunt but too long to be a decent off-roader.

Anyway, he was uncertain about the water crossing – ironic given his truck weighed as much as a small tank and about the same pulling power.  With Chris in the passenger seat and me starting the camera he got his video – hope we get a mention in the credits!

Turon Gates

The big trip may have finished, but that is no reason to sit at home and watch tv (although the girls wouldn’t complain….)

Instead we are going to be exploring some of the beautiful places around the Sydney area, and perhaps sometimes a little further afield.

Turon Gates is a privately owned campsite on the inland side of the Blue Mountains, around 30-45 minutes west of Lithgow.  Driving from Sydney the most direct route is the Great Western Highway via Blackheath; more scenic is Bells Line of Road – there are some fine spots to stop for a picnic lunch looking out onto the escarpments.  Less enticing are the roadside stops.

To get to Turon Gates it is a left turn onto a dirt road just past the little village of Capertee. Along the way to Capertee you start to get a feel for how important coal is to this area, with mines and power stations on either side of the road.

Turon Gates itself lies in a valley alongside the Turon river.  On the way in there are cabins tucked into the trees, then at the back of the property is a grassed camping area on the edge of the river.  The camp area is on several different levels, pick of them is right down by the riverside, which is also the only spot where there is shade.  Along with various birds the river is also home to platypus.

We had originally planned to stay here over Easter, but were advised against by the owner.  You have to respect his honesty, I’d said we preferred peace and he knew Easter would be busy.  Makes a change from some places that just want your $ regardless.

As it was there were 2 other groups on the Friday night, with 2 more arriving on Saturday, so there was plenty of space for everyone and nothing to disturb the peace and quiet.

As well as bird watching and walking a drawcard is the horse riding.   Aside from Glenworth Valley this is one of the few places we have found where Charlotte is able to head off with a leader for a trail ride.   It’s a shame that so many places only allow younger riders to be led around on a rope.  The horses are often left to graze in the camping area, wonderful to see, but make sure not to leave any food out,

With hot showers, flush toilets and a beautiful location this is a great spot for a relaxing weekend (or more).