“Can we go on an adventure?” my nieces, 9 and 11, plead during the sluggish post-nap, pre-dinner lull on a recent holiday.

We’re in Boyup Brook on a family getaway, 14 of us crammed into a cute four-bedroom cottage — BYO my parents’ snazzy new Snowy River caravan and extra mattresses. My youngest sister has nobly claimed the random single bed found in the kitchen/dining/living space (so really, the primary suite — lucky thing) that has quadrupled as a dinner perch. It’s a miracle no tiffs break out during the squished stay. Must be the calming country air.

My knowledge of the regional town — a windy three-and-a-half-hour drive from Perth — is limited, to say the least. It was dark when we arrived, and other than swarming to the bottom of the hill to cheer those brave enough to take on th

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