The Times They Are A-Changin'

Information Centre at Orbost

Come gather 'round people 
Wherever you roam 
And admit that the waters 
Around you have grown 
And accept it that soon 
You'll be drenched to the bone 
If your time to you 
Is worth savin' 
Then you better start swimmin' 
Or you'll sink like a stone 
For the times they are a-changin'. 

Bob Dylan.
WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED TO THE BUSH CAMPS? 
Did Bob Dylan see the changes coming to these hidden, isolated, quiet bush camps of yonder years? 
Let's start at Orbost, 
In the east of the state
Just a little country town
With a low birth rate.
The info centre,
A quaint little shack 
Was the first port of call
To find the right dirt track.                                 

"Cape Conron," he said, "to start off the trip."
"Just a turn to the left, hop, step and a skip."
And what a beaut little corner at the end of the road,
A bushy, beach retreat, to lighten the load.
But the ranger in the office 
Made it clear we understood 
When he said, "$50 for cold shower, if you kindly would."
I chickened out of the shower at the end of the day.
But for such beauty and the wildlife, a fortune I'd pay.
Oh the times, they are a-changing.