Thoughts on Locations No 37 and 38
No 37 – Gundagai, Riverina, New South Wales
Yes we did stay in Gundagai back in May (on our way to Basin View), but this time as we headed south, we decided to stay in a free camping spot on the banks of Morley Creek. It was an excellent little spot and we were the only campers there – for several hours anyway when a neighbour arrived for the evening.
This was not the more well-known Morley Creek spot, but rather the ‘other one’ on Pope Street. Situated well away from the town centre, the area is very quiet and quaint and an absolutely quintessential free camping paddock. No power, no water, and no noise – Heaven!
It reminded me of free camping at Triabunna and, just like early winter in Tasmania, it was rather chilly, and in the morning condensation coated the inside of our mini home.
Dean threw a line in, but I’m glad I had the forethought to pack food as it’s very likely that I’d still be waiting for a fish to bite his line.
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No 38 – Yarrawonga, Hume, Victoria
Our next night was spent in Victoria in the lovely little town of Yarrawonga where we stayed at the Yarrawonga Holiday Park on the banks of the Murray River.
At 2,508 kilometres (1,558 miles) in length, the Murray is Australia’s longest river and one of Australia’s major river systems. It never ceases to amaze me that as the snow melts in our alpine region the resulting water flows so far north and west before meeting up with another major river (the Darling River) and turning south to eventually flow out to sea in South Australia.
The day was overcast and a little wet and, as a result, it was sad to see the river looking so brown.
After settling in, and between light showers, we ventured across the bridge at the Yarrawonga Weir Power Station at Lake Mulwala on the Murray River, and unintentionally, back into New South Wales. Here we accidentally stumbled across Gormon Park and enjoyed a gentle stroll through this privately owned reserve that abounds with native flora and bird life. There must have been more than a thousand Little Corellas among the trees. They are sometimes called the Bare-Eyed or Blue-Eyed cockatoo and they were none too happy to see us walking along the path.
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We are now a little further down the road, west actually, and still on the banks of the Murray River, but also a little closer to Torquay, where we’ll be on Friday.