My First Road Trip (Part 1): The Escape to Orange, NSW

The Summer I Left: A 3-Hour Drive Road Trip from Sydney to Orange.

This three-part story is not about destinations, routes, or travel tips.

It is about a quiet shift — one that happens slowly between long stretches of road, unfamiliar towns, and moments spent alone with music and thought. What began as a simple summer break became something deeper: a first long drive away from the city, weeks of living and working in rural Australia, and a journey long enough for fear to soften into confidence, and silence to feel comforting rather than empty.

Across these three chapters, I share how road trips became more than a way to move between places. They became a space to slow down, listen more closely, and reconnect with a rhythm of life that feels grounded and real. This is not a story about escaping life, but about learning how to stay present within it — one road, one night, and one quiet moment at a time.

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In Australia, summer means one thing for most students: the long Christmas break. It’s a season of rest, beach parties, and freedom. But the summer I bought my very first car, my holiday took on a completely different shape.

That year, I made a quiet but bold decision. I packed a bag, turned the key, and drove three hours west — away from the coast, away from Sydney’s constant noise, and toward the open orchards of Orange, New South Wales.

I wasn’t just looking for a holiday destination. I was looking for an escape.

Fruit picking felt like the perfect excuse to disappear for a while. Sure, I could earn some money to help with my expensive tuition, but more importantly, I could slow down and reset. At the time, I simply wanted a different experience — something to add colour to my life. I didn’t realise then that this short journey would quietly change me, sparking a lifelong obsession with the road.

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At that point, I was still a Green P-plater — a complete novice. Preparing for a journey that would last weeks felt entirely foreign. You have to remember, this was before the era of social media guides, YouTube tutorials, and online checklists. I relied on simple advice from neighbours and my own common sense. I took my car for a basic service, praying my old companion wouldn’t break down halfway to the middle of nowhere.

I bought a few cheap camping items, packed some clothes, and that was it. With a mix of excitement and quiet anxiety, I left the familiar streets of Sydney and headed west along the M4 toward the Blue Mountains.

Road trip started, my first real three-hour drive alone.

Leaving Sydney, the road stretched straight toward the horizon. Every now and then, I glanced at the rear-view mirror, watching the city skyline slowly shrink and fade. With each kilometre, the noise felt further behind me — not just outside the car, but inside my head as well.

Like many new drivers, I had an irrational fear of running out of fuel. So, the moment I spotted the first service station — or servo, as we call it — I pulled in without hesitation. I filled the tank and, more importantly, grabbed a coffee. It was a small ritual, but it felt like necessary preparation — fuel for the car, and courage for my nerves.

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The Real Test

Once past Penrith, the journey changed. The M4 gave way to mountain roads, and the real test began. Back then, the Blue Mountains roads hadn’t been widened or softened like they are today. Sharp bends, steep climbs, and narrow lanes demanded full attention.

I was grateful for that coffee. As the road twisted upward, the curves grew tighter and the terrain more rugged. I kept reminding myself: Stay calm. Focus.

Every time a massive truck appeared in my mirror or rumbled past in the opposite lane, my heart skipped a beat. But driving, I learned that day, isn’t about the absence of fear — it’s about staying rational when things feel uncomfortable. I was thankful for the patience of the drivers behind me, who didn’t rush or pressure me as I moved at my own careful pace.

As the elevation increased, a light mist began to drift through the gum trees. Visibility dropped, but not dangerously — just enough to make the world feel softer, quieter.

After about an hour, I reached Katoomba and decided to stop. Not because my body was tired, but because mental focus takes its own toll. I stretched my legs, breathed in the crisp mountain air, and reminded myself that resting is also part of safe driving.

I thought the hardest part was over. I was wrong.

Continuing west along the A32 road, past Mount Victoria, the road revealed its final challenge: Victoria Pass. It was a steep downhill section with sharp bends, uncorrected slopes, and a limited margin for error. I quickly realised that relying solely on the foot brake wasn’t going to work. I remembered a piece of advice about “engine braking” — using lower gears to control speed safely.

It was the first time I had ever needed to use it. Fear surfaced briefly, but logic took over. Drop the gear. Control the car. Let the engine do the work. Don’t panic.

I made it through.

Once the road flattened out at Little Hartley, I exhaled deeply. It felt like a small personal victory. Until then, I believed knowing traffic rules was enough to drive confidently. That descent taught me something deeper: calm judgment isn’t optional; it’s essential.

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The Arrival

By late afternoon, I arrived in Orange. It’s a small regional town in central-west NSW, famous for its cool climate and the cherries, apricots, and berries that come alive from November onward. Through an employment agency, I had secured a temporary fruit-picking job.

Just like that, a new chapter began.

For someone raised in the concrete jungle, stepping into a town of fewer than 40,000 people — living alone, working outdoors, and embracing a completely different rhythm — felt both unfamiliar and electrifying.

What would four weeks of country life teach me? That story belongs to the next chapter.

Curious about what life was like after I arrived in Orange — the work, the quiet, and the slower rhythm? You can continue the story in Part 2.

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