I didn't do any bush camps but I do remember the gliding camps at Narromine. September sleeping in the WW2 huts in Dubbo was also a fond memory. The first camp was a famil course doing 1 flight a day and spending the rest of the time on the bus. The second one was a first solo course doing 4 flights a day with the last flight being a solo. One of the cadets got all out of shape in the Blanik and clipped the wing of a Janus on his solo. Today he would have been grounded pending a psychological assesment but then he was put back in and given another go!