Glens Rowing to that Gundy Guy

Sunset on the Murrumbidgee (when there’s lots of colourful chirping birds here they call it the Murrumbudgie)

The Spirit of Tasmania got to the mainland at six in the morning and regurgitated us out into the dark Melbourne predawn.  We needed to get to the Hume Highway but a combination of our nav still thinking it was in Tassie and low bridge prone Melbourne roads whose names you can’t read because it’s dark; meant that it was another swear bear fest with the kids in the back seat stunned into a well appreciated silence as we stopped in the middle of side streets to look at phone maps and did some crazy last minute lane changes, which is a real feat when you’re over 14 metres in length. We got to the highway. I’ll say no more.

We motored up the Hume with Canberra as our destination. It’s not on the edge (and thus doesn’t follow our motto) and none of us particularly wanted to go there, but we promised Tim that we would get him there so he could meet up with his classmates on their special year six trip. Google says it’s a six and a half hour trip, but when you’re towing you can usually add a good hour driving time to that as well as rest and pee breaks. We decide to do it three parts. A driving triptych a sit were.

Not Ned, just a post that looks like him
Glenrowan Tourist Park. Astro turf gives it a green touch

Part one took us to Glenrowan. I don‘t need any superlatives to describe it. Perhaps diminutives would be better.  It is small. It has a pub and some overpriced Ned Kelly displays and animatronic re-enactments, that may have been worth the admission, but I doubt it. It has a few signs around the place that tell the story of Ned’s last stand, but they are a little confusing and sad.

Ned signs
He’s everywhere

Part two saw us pass the track winding back to an old fashioned shack, as we took the road to Gundagai. It has a story about a great flood in 1852 which washed the original town away. It was a very interesting story and the town itself is quite charming and a gave as a good dampening down. We went down to the dog on the tuckerbox servo for some free sight seeing and to read the clouded history of the poem. I don’t think anyone would have heard of Gundagai without the poem but how did it catch on? Beats me, maybe it was Slim. And the five miles is actually 4.9 kms from the edge of town.

On the river at Gundagai
I don’t get it. What the matter with a dog sitting on a lunchbox? You want your lunch – just ask him to get off. It’s not like you have to eat it off the part that the dog sat on.
You can the breed- he’s a Boxer
This old rail bridge is old and falling down. Luckily trains don’t use it any more
This old bridge was built in 1887. There been a lot of water under the bridge since then, and a few cows.

The last leg took us to Canberra. The nations capital. Have you heard of it? 

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