The Great River Road
This is the name that the travel consultants have given to the drive from Khancoban to where the Murray banks up against the Hume Dam about 15 km from Albury. Goodness knows what they were paid for the fancy logo! But it is not a bad one.
We have left Tom Groggin and headed back down the Alpine Way to Khancoban, getting used to this drive. It has been a chilly couple of days in the mountains, no internet. Solar power and gas keeps us going and the tanks hold enough water for sparten hot showers. Isolated from the daily news barrage, have not missed the political classes struggle on the hustings and the media drivel that follows them.
After topping up with water and emptying the potty at the dump point at Khancoban we move on . I don’t have any pictures of the dump point process but will take some at the next available opportunity to share them with my dear readers, who may not be familiar with the activity.
We cross the Murray and enter Victoria for the first time on our journey at the Bringenbrong Bridge. It is a great little spot showcasing the Murray as it continues the rush downstream. Along The Great River Road a number of sculptures have been placed highlighting aspects of river life. Here it is the Murray River Crayfish, a sort of big yabbie. It is I believe the second largest fresh water crayfish in the world, it can be caught (subject to seasonal and bag limits) and features on regional menues along the river.
Further along we take a side trip off the road and drop into Corryong, The Man from Snowy River (MFSR for short) Bush Festival takes place here each year. Corryong is the MFSR capital of north east Victoria. it has a stranglehold on the poem written by Banjo Patterson, ‘The Man from Snowy River’ not to be confused with ‘Clancy of the Overflow’. Allthego struggles with this not being a student of the poem(s), or perhaps ‘tales’ is a better description. There are a few sculptures, murals and other oblisques around the town commemorating the story and its central character.
Even our $10 note has Banjo’s tale immortalised behind his portrait.
We headed off up to the local cemetery to see the grave of Jack Riley. Riley was a mountain recluse and lived in the high country, a tough old coger who died while being brought down to a doctor in terrible conditions. Patterson had visited Riley at his hut on Tom Groggin Station in 1890 and it is thought that one of Riley’s stories was the inspiration for the famous poem. Prior to his death Riley said that ‘Yes , he was the man, but Clancy wasn’t there’. Well who knows. It is a good tale!
But, we have to move on for lunch at the Bottom Hotel, this establishment is at the bottom end of the town. We didn’t check if there is a Top Hotel at the other end of town. At the Bottom Hotel though Allthego enjoyed a Rainbow Trout and Homealone a chicken parmie. Allthego last had a Rainbow trout something like 50 years ago when he was camping with an old mate, Robert Ebert, at Jindabyne. Caught one way back then and had it grilled. It really is a sweet fish, great with a bit of salt and lemon.
So it was then back on the road and we will see where that takes us next time.