We decided to go via Nowra, over the Canbewarra Ranges and along the Kangaroo Valley to meet up with the Hume Freeway near Moss Vale. After Nowra we climbed and climbed and there were many tight curves, then we went down the other side, then climbed and climbed again but we did not have a steep descent as we now up on what I think are called the Southern Tablelands. It had been such a pretty, though mountainous, drive and we were then travelling along the Kangaroo Valley and that was very nice too. I can't now remember where this unusual bridge was.
We stopped for brunch at Fitzroy Falls, well just before the falls for the best coffee in Fitzroy Falls. We thought it was a joke as we thought it was the only place in Fitzroy Falls. The coffee was, shall I say, unremarkable. Just a short distance further on is the Aboriginal run Fitzroy Falls area. I was cross that we had to pay $5 to park there, but that was the only charge and the set up was excellent, with the amenities and walkways very good.
The water drops 81 metres and by the time it reaches the bottom, it is mostly mist and small droplets.
R took this photo with his phone and is it better than mine taken with my camera? I think it is pretty good. I asked him about it and he said he took the photo and then clicked something on his phone named 'fix'.
The mountains were so impressive
It was quite warm and the blue haze is comes from the fumes of oil from Eucalyptus trees.
Well, onwards, and we stopped near Yass at a large service place where there was fuel and a number of chain takeaway food stores. As we had been naughty and had sausage rolls for brunch, we were virtuous and ate some left overs in our van and boiled the kettle.
At some point I felt a little cold and turned the air con off as we sped along the freeway at 110 km/h. The outside temperature had dropped drastically and then light rain began to fall and became steady rain. Truck drivers, and there are way too many trucks on the Hume, carrying freight that should go by an efficient rail freight system, were pretty good to drive with. They tended to drive at 105 km/h to 110 whereas I wanted to travel at the limit of 110. Often I sat behind a truck for a while, but as soon as they reached a hill, their speed would drop and around them I would go. At times hills were steep enough to knock my own speed down.
We just had to stop at the Dog on the Tuckerbox. It was first unveiled in the early 1930s and I had seen it before, but my memory of about forty years ago had no match to what I now saw. I believe the legend began from when the woman who owned a food kiosk in the early twentieth century at the location would for the cost of sixpence, have her dog pose on a tucker box, that is a portable food box, and take a photo with her new fangled camera in the very early twentieth century.
We were surprised to see 'no vacancy' signs flashing at the motels of Gundagai. R suggested that as the weather was so bad, we take a cabin and had an evening in more comfort. At the caravan park, cabins were booked out. All motels were full. We stopped the park's check in chick when she started to call B&B's. No, we will take a powered site. The check in chick was about fifty and had the most fabulous brunette full on big hair wig that at least doubled the size of her head space and told us the Family Hotel was perhaps the best place to dine. To our surprise, we were undercover for the night.....kind of, as I had to move the front of the van out so the wifi aerial would be clear to the sky, or whatever. Apparently some large project in the mountains had been shut down for a day hence the workers had taken the opportunity for some rest in Gundagai.
Dine at the Family Hotel we did, on very nice lamb cutlets but the place was nothing special, just a friendly country hotel. As you can see, the rain did stop. This park had non communal toilets and shower amenities, as you can kind of see in the photo above. You just find a vacant one and lock the door.
The freeway was close by and above was farmland.
Gundagai was not flat, as I remembered, but very steep. The rivers were very high, flooding in places still from the previous week when we could not cross the mountain because of snow and didn't want to because of flooding. More about Gundagai in a subsequent post and our last full day before returning home.