More hills.. I suppose that's mostly what you see in the Victorian Alps... but Bright is much flatter. We made the trip from the Kiewa Valley this morning, leaving Mountain Creek at sparrow fart. Actually I stuck my head out from under the covers at about 6am and suggested to Rose she might like to get up and turn the heater on.... She made some guttural sound then turned over, so I guess it was up to me.
At lights out the previous evening there was only us and a solitary small van at the camp. I stuck my head out the door... and straight back in very quickly. "Hey Rose, have a look at this". "Do I have to". "You won't believe it". "I probably will. "No you won't, have a look". "Oh, OK (grumble, grumble)". "Wow, where did they come from". "You're asking me!" Right outside and all around us were tents. There were literally 100's of them... well at least 10. "Will we ask them in for breakfast". "No blo...y way". "Will you turn the heater on then?"
It was way too busy so we left straight after breakfast. The weather once again was absolutely perfect. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. The plan was to drive from Mt Beauty to Bright via the Tawonga Gap Road. It's a very windy and steep 26k that terminates at German Creek. The views are spectacular. We decided not to stop. Photos wouldn't do them justice. We bought some fruit by the side of the road. The vendor wouldn't let us leave without trying her persimmons which were really sweet, weren't the vanilla variety (say's he now an expert) but very, very sticky. They took 10 seconds to eat and 10 minutes to clean up afterwards.
We drove in to Bright and parked just through town under the only tree in the main tree that was full of nuts. We also pulled up right out front ("plonk") of the home of a really nice lady who we learned ("plonk") over the space of about 30 minutes, had a husband in high care in Melbourne who could remember more about his girlfriends than her, that she owned her home and the one next door, a unit in Melbourne, and not to forget the farm ("plonk") in Doreen. You can't go past country hospitality.
We decided to stay in a caravan park for a couple of nights. We chose the council park at $36/night. Maybe we should have committed to stay just long enough to charge the batteries and fill the tanks.
The local bike shop told us about the bike paths and we chose the old rail trail. The weather was great so we rode off to Ovens, a round trip of about 45-50k. It might have been a bit ambitious, we were quite tired when we got back, but what a great flat ride.
More riding expected tomorrow, provided the weather holds... let's see!
At lights out the previous evening there was only us and a solitary small van at the camp. I stuck my head out the door... and straight back in very quickly. "Hey Rose, have a look at this". "Do I have to". "You won't believe it". "I probably will. "No you won't, have a look". "Oh, OK (grumble, grumble)". "Wow, where did they come from". "You're asking me!" Right outside and all around us were tents. There were literally 100's of them... well at least 10. "Will we ask them in for breakfast". "No blo...y way". "Will you turn the heater on then?"
It was way too busy so we left straight after breakfast. The weather once again was absolutely perfect. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. The plan was to drive from Mt Beauty to Bright via the Tawonga Gap Road. It's a very windy and steep 26k that terminates at German Creek. The views are spectacular. We decided not to stop. Photos wouldn't do them justice. We bought some fruit by the side of the road. The vendor wouldn't let us leave without trying her persimmons which were really sweet, weren't the vanilla variety (say's he now an expert) but very, very sticky. They took 10 seconds to eat and 10 minutes to clean up afterwards.
We drove in to Bright and parked just through town under the only tree in the main tree that was full of nuts. We also pulled up right out front ("plonk") of the home of a really nice lady who we learned ("plonk") over the space of about 30 minutes, had a husband in high care in Melbourne who could remember more about his girlfriends than her, that she owned her home and the one next door, a unit in Melbourne, and not to forget the farm ("plonk") in Doreen. You can't go past country hospitality.
We decided to stay in a caravan park for a couple of nights. We chose the council park at $36/night. Maybe we should have committed to stay just long enough to charge the batteries and fill the tanks.
The local bike shop told us about the bike paths and we chose the old rail trail. The weather was great so we rode off to Ovens, a round trip of about 45-50k. It might have been a bit ambitious, we were quite tired when we got back, but what a great flat ride.
More riding expected tomorrow, provided the weather holds... let's see!