Quite often people ask me why we go to Wye River each year, why there and not, say….Inverloch, Waratah Bay, Mallacoota…? Others ask…”Wye River! Where’s that?” Of all the places to pick as your annual camping destination, a tiny coastal spot at the foothills of the wettest district in the state, the Otways, would at first glance not seem to be considered ideal! So why do we choose to come to Wye River every January? For me I guess it’s the familiarity, the sounds and smells, the memories…the rock pools! Here’s me and my cousin Louise, in about 1963… on the rocks, just like every year, just like everyone. Go to the beach, look left, look right….and you have these magnificent rock formations running down to the surf. Rock pools for all shapes and sizes. People walking over them, swimming in them, fishing off them, watching the sea from them, contemplating the meaning of….all day, every day.      Pools big enough for Kenzie, and Rachael! For me, a sense of history and family ties …