It was a cloudy, rainy and very wet day yeasterday so we decided (Dave, more than me) to traverse the wilds, and go to the Murray 1 hydro-power station for a guided tour.
The 'tour' was more "look at the pictures of the stuff that we've done...!" (which we couldn't actually see for real) and at long last the tour guide told us more about the disappearance of Harold Holt than the power station itself... but that was fine. We made our way through the station and with coffee in hand, and saw an old documentary on the building of that and the other Snowy stations.
At the end of the day, we drove through some very english-looking country side and found a few backroads. I renewed my want of an Irish Wolfhound after seeing one teetering on the back of a farmers truck in the rain (We're not bloody getting a 'status' dog!... says Dave)
We had a lot of wind and rain when we got back today and Dave decided to 'batten down the hatches' with the tent ropes. The result was an interesting rope maze.
Today we're packing up and leaving this wonderful camp site, and going on to Omeo.
The 'tour' was more "look at the pictures of the stuff that we've done...!" (which we couldn't actually see for real) and at long last the tour guide told us more about the disappearance of Harold Holt than the power station itself... but that was fine. We made our way through the station and with coffee in hand, and saw an old documentary on the building of that and the other Snowy stations.
At the end of the day, we drove through some very english-looking country side and found a few backroads. I renewed my want of an Irish Wolfhound after seeing one teetering on the back of a farmers truck in the rain (We're not bloody getting a 'status' dog!... says Dave)
We had a lot of wind and rain when we got back today and Dave decided to 'batten down the hatches' with the tent ropes. The result was an interesting rope maze.
Today we're packing up and leaving this wonderful camp site, and going on to Omeo.
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