Our last camping night was spent above the clouds at the Mt Skene lookout. I was so tired from the fear and supressed rage of the day that I retired to the tent before the sun left the sky. I am glad I took this photo of the wildflowers and the tops of the hills or I may have missed the beauty of the place entirely.
Once I had decided we were nearly home, I wanted to be there. The last two days I was cranky a bit of the time, companion would say most of the time. Feeling sorry for myself in an instance I took a photo of this massive fly that was trying to bite into my massive size 9 boot. I had to watch this fly because I was scared it would bite into me if I ignored it for a moment.
We had been driving along really rugged roads, that were definately more 4 wheel drive tracks and I had no idea where we were or how we were going to get out of it.
One of my favorite stops on the trip home was on the Murray. I loved going for a swim in the evening and in the morning. It was warm when we stopped at Echuca. It was delicious.
I was amazed at the number of people in all different kinds of boats using the Murray. We stayed at Picnic Point, NSW, one night and then camped at the banks at Echuca. They were both great.
Got to visit Auntie Angela and Uncle John whilst I was there who both provide accomodation in Echuca. There places are great, but naturally booked out at this time of the year so I didn’t even try them, visited them the morning later.
I do worry about the Murray though, we seem to use it so much, I just hope it can be kept healthy and flowing because it is such a provider to that part of the world.