4/12/2021 Leaving the Murrumbidgee: Wagga Wagga to Goulburn

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I went for a walk beside the Murrumbidgee in the morning.  

The peak of the flood was now downstream, but the river was still running a banker and I had to abandon the flooded path and retreat to the top  of the levee bank.

Morning sunlight.
We followed the river all the way to Gundagai.  Gundagie (apart from being famous for songs about dogs and tuckerboxes) was the furthest point to which the paddle steamers navigated in the olden days.  I can't imagine how frustrating it was to paddle slowly upstream around every torturous bend of the Murrumbidgee all the way to Gundagai.  We had lunch in Gundagai.

Roger enjoyed his lunch, watching cricket on the Gundagai cricket oval.  I enjoyed my lunch too.  I watched the grass grow. 

We left the Murrumbidgee at Gundagai: it wasn't long before we were on the Hume Highway, Sydney-bound.  


None of that winding little country road shenanigans: we were really traveling now.

There were lots of trucks.  And windmills.

Not wanting to get to Sydney too soon, we stopped in Goulburn where we found it surprisingly difficult to find somewhere to stay, and when we did we had to navigate nose-in angle parking with a car whose reverse gear is (still) not always to be found.

Goulburn is cold.  This shouldn't be surprising as my in-house BoM-follower informs me that we are just down the road from Orange, and Orange is Australia's snowiest city.  No park picnics for us tonight - it is strictly in-house dining with doors shut against the cold!

 

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