We've been travelling along the Murray for 5 days now so far and already forgotten the site names so we've dubbed each spot; 'the Jeff and Robyn place', the 'Dero place', the 'Windy place', the 'Ants place' and now we're heading over the border in an hour or so into Vic.
'The Jeff and Robin spot'. We camped the night at a spot in Walker's Flat, next to a friendly couple around my parents age who took us on an unforgettable boat trip up and down the Murray (a few Kilometres up and down from our spot). I forgot to take a photo of the amazing cliffs we saw lit up by the sunset, but did take plenty of footage.
'The Dero place'. We arrived to the sound of yelling and swearing, we swam in the river to the sound of drunken arguments, we ate dinner to the sound of a father teaching his kids not to swear... by swearing, we went to sleep to the sound of his generator just starting up whilst he passes out in his caravan, we awoke to the vision of the eldest boy throwing stones at tents, we left to the sound of that boy and his girlfriend having a domestic. Apart from the violent tension in the air, the veiws across the river were spectacular, camping in the shadow of similar cliff Jeff and Robyn showed us the day before. We won't forget that spot.
'The Windy place'. The next day we arrived in Barmera, a lovely town sitting on the shore of Lake Bonney we almost stayed the night here but decided to travel on as we didnt like the constant police patrols on the foreshore (no drinkin', no campin'). Late, we arrived at 'the windy place' (actually called Katarapko Creek, in The Murray River National Park). Told about this place form J & R, we threw in our crabs nets hoping for our first Yabbie, and we were successful!... 1 Yabbie. Enough to fill a cracker. But atleast we are now hungry for more yabbie fishin'. After a few too many beers, we moved the card games (and our kitchen) inside the Troop as the wind and dust became too much for our eyes to handle.
'The Ant Place'. Originally seemed great, isolated, right on the river, lots of shade, only a couple of ants. But to our naivety, we were unaware of the army of little ants and bullants we were about to encounter. Can't really describe how bad it was without being there, but to put it simply, you couldn't stand in one spot for longer than half a second before you were covered in 10-20 ants. Give it two seconds and your feet would look quite indigenous. It was here though that our yabbie tally increased to three, and our net tally increased from two drop nets to an extra expensive closed net (used for yabbying). Thank you to the dude that left his yabbie net behind.
By our next post we will be deep into Victoria. We have a due date to arrive in Melbourne on the 23rd Jan to have an evening of high culture (Dinner on the Tram and a Romeo and Juliet Play in the Botanical Gardens). 'Til then, if anyone knows of any good spots to see along the way, we'd appreciate if you share any knowledge, cheers.