Story 27: The Ravenswood Sanctuary

Two other magnificent examples of the flawless orchestration of the Universe took place while we were based in Townsville, completely solidifying my understanding of the grid.

It was December, closing in on Christmas, and I was feeling a strong, quiet desire for increased privacy and a faster avenue for our dollars to replenish. I wanted to build our momentum so we could comfortably move toward our next exciting travel destination.

Holding a prominent 7 Personality in my numerology chart, the textbook definition of the introverted seeker is entirely true for me. I deeply value and require absolute privacy and alone time to process my world. While staying in busy caravan parks is a great way to travel, it comes with the constant, grinding noise of being surrounded by other people twenty-four hours a day.

After months on the road, my system was craving deep solitude, specifically out in the raw freedom of the great outdoors. I love being out in nature by myself, completely free from the constant social pressure of encountering neighbors and feeling the obligation to engage in superficial small talk just because it’s the polite thing to do. That beige social script gets old very quickly for my lone-wolf soul.

Roughly a week after my internal declaration, Nathan’s boss approached him with a sudden, two-week contract opportunity located one and a half hours drive directly inland from Townsville. We jumped at the chance.

The job was located in Ravenswood—a tiny, historically listed, former gold-mining ghost town in the middle of absolute nowhere. The company offered to pay the total rent on a lovely local chalet for us to stay in during the contract. But a static, physical house didn’t interest us. We loved the cozy, familiar comfort of our beloved home on wheels, Camelot.

We simply hooked our big girl onto the back of the Nissan and headed straight in the direction of the next adventure.

That temporary two-week opportunity completely morphed into a spectacular fourteen-month stay. And for almost the entire duration of that timeline, our monthly site rent was fully covered by the company, allowing our bank balance to steadily climb with zero living friction. It was a remarkably sweet, fortunate deal.

We set up Camelot at the Ravenswood Showgrounds, parked right next to a massive, ancient Moreton Bay Fig tree. The vast, wide-open space around us was utterly amazing—pure music to my 7 soul.

I especially loved the total freedom to sit around a roaring campfire at night, looking up through the crisp country air at a blanket of infinite stars, completely bathed in the bliss of absolute peace and quiet.