Camp BevanLand – Bathurst 2012

BevanLand Photo Gallery Below.

The 2012 Supercheap Bathurst 1000 has been run and won. The race, which unfolded in perfect Bathurst weather, cool and fine, will go down in history as one of the best on The Mountain.

Jamie Whincup and Paul Dumbrell from the Vodafone Team constructed an almost flawless endurance race to just manage holding out two new stars on the rise in David Reynolds and his co-driver Dean Canto, from Team Bottle-O.

However this post is not about the race but the week spent on The Mountain by a group of Queensland Bevans in and around their camp, appropriately known as Camp BevanLand.

Although this camp was named Camp Bevanland only this year, it was established 10 years ago by its founders, Pez and Rusty. Many of the current team have been members for several years, or have drifted in and out over the years, but Pez and Rusty are the only members to have made every trip. It was appropriate that their 10th anniversary fell on the 50th anniversary of the great race. A double celebration.

Over the 10 years, although we have had small arguments and disagreements, mostly alcohol fueled, the camp has never had a serious altercation or disruption. All members at all times have melded into a great team of mates and all know that they can walk back into the camp whenever they want to once again experience the freedom and ridiculous antics of male bonding on The Mountain.

This year however we experienced our first serious disruption in 10 years. One new “Probie” (Probationary Member) decided that he would try to run the camp his way without consideration for the rest of us. He thought that his monitory contribution to our common funds entitled him to run his own race, but he didn’t count on the strong bond and culture that the rest of the team has built up over the years. We eat together, we drink together, we play together and we are idiots together, it is how we have evolved, we are a team, and you must earn your place in it. The end result was that he left the camp halfway through the week (His Choice). The success of this camp over the years, I believe, has been that the monitory cost of each year is not seen as bill paid for services, but a contribution made by a group of mates who all pull their weight for the good of the camp.

That is all I want to write on that matter, except to say that the incident was put behind us on the very night that it happened, and we put all of our energies into having the usual, fucking robust good time. Below I outline how we prepare for our annual event and discuss this years frivolities. There is also a gallery of photos depicting the week for your perusal.

Although we start thinking about the next year’s event on the way home from the current, serious preparations begin in March when we receive the first bit of Bathurst excitement for the year, in the form of the “first right of refusal” on the camping spots that we had for the previous year. Of course we take up the option without hesitation by paying the fees. If you miss the deadline or decide not to grab your sites, they are put out to the public in April and you lose them. We’ve grown from one 8 x 10 meter site to 4 consecutive sites now. It took a few years to secure the sites either side of the original one (244) as they were left free each year by people giving them up, but now we control a good chunk of The Mountain. We are right behind Camp Cuntox, directly across the easement from our best Bathurst mates and about 100 meters from Skyline.

Our mates are a group of blokes from NSW and Victoria in a similar size camp to ours. We have been great mates over the 10 years and look forward to heaping shit on each other every year. We criticize each other for perceived impediments in our characters, such as being born on the wrong side of the border (The Victorians are no chance), losing the state of origin 7 times in a row (Once again the Victorians are no chance, welll, neither are the New South Welshmen for that matter). You are ridiculed for driving and/or supporting one make of car over the other (Fords don’t fair well), and a persons perceived sexual orientation is often called into dispute as well as the state of ones mental health …. well you get the picture.

Once we secure the sites it’s time to contact all of the possible contenders for the October pilgrimage and secure their deposit to help pay for the sites and our marquees for the camp. It is at this time we can ascertain our numbers for the trip which will govern the size of the equipment we hire for the camp, although we usually hold off as long as we can to confirm our hire equipment needs to accommodate the stragglers and procrastinators in our team. But eventually by about August/September we know who is coming and order the gear.

We get marquees, tables, and large barbecue from Mac’s Hire in Orange. They go up to The Mountain on the Monday before the race and set up the marquees from a mud-map we send of the compound and when we arrive on Tuesday afternoon the beautiful vista of Camp BevanLand greets us as we reach the top of The Mountain. (See photo gallery)

We bring in (in order of importance) Beer, eskys, ice, food, cooking utensils and something to sleep on. We greet our long-lost brothers from the adjoining camp,  some of whom arrived on Sunday, and as they help us to unload, we crack open a tinny and by dark we are set up, relaxing with a beer around a roaring fire.

As there is no racing activity until Thursday we spend Wednesday fine tuning the camp, shopping for essentials such as more beer, food, wood for burning  etc. and devote a fair bit of time to drinking heavily and playing loud music, dominated by AC/DC and generally having a fat time.

Our troops usually arrive in dribs and drabs. This year, 6 on Tuesday, 6 on Thursday and 2 on Friday. This plays a bit of havoc with the daily food allocations during preparation for the week. We don’t have power for refrigeration in camp, we keep everything cold with ice. Therefore all our meat is cryovaced in packs so that melting ice water doesn’t spoil the food. This fact was behind the fracas with our errant “Probie”.

Each night of course is a celebration for the new arrivals and much drink and frivolity ensues,  which means that  the blokes that arrive on Tuesday   have plenty of practice at drinking heavily.

As the old saying goes, “What happens on The Mountain, stays on The Mountain”. However, to gain insight into Camp BevanLand, Bathurst 2012, I have prepared a gallery of shots below to give you a feel for a fucking great time and a fitting celebration of 50/10 years on The Mountain. May we have many more.

Click on the first photo to run the gallery.

Comments

  1. Frank Guerra says

    Hey rusty i bet your still telling those jokes like i remember as a young fella Playing for brothers, i will never forget those nights in the 70’S, They were amazing Memories the Old Brothers leagues Club Innisfail Queenslander, I’m having a great time in Thailand been living here like almost 10 years Great business and life .. its great to see your having ‘ Fun Brother ‘ have a beer for me .. Cheers Franky Guerra ( Gurrie )

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