I didn't write anything yesterday - the internet was so slow, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Doug tried fishing in the canal near a salmon farm; usual story. It was very cold in the evening - a cold wind blowing.
After a chilly night went packed up up the tent and loaded up the Land Rover.
Heading via the Lindis Pass it looked like being a foggy trip with no scenery, but after a hill or two the fog cleared to some lovely vistas.
We had to visit Bendigo en-route for Kristina and our grandkids in the Aussie town of the same name. It was named after the Australian one, and had a township on the spot from 1880 to 1914. The old cottage and bakery date from those days, but not much else is left.
We passed Lake Dunstan and took this panoramic picture of the reflections. It is actually a lake formed by the Clyde Dam.
After Cromwell, we drove down the Roxburgh Valley, and found a nice supply of cheap Black Doris plums.
Another day of beautiful colours and scenery. Neither Doug or I had been through the Lindis Pass before.
The Gore Motor camp is pretty empty. The owner has told Doug where to fish. Her nine year old always catches at least one fish when he goes!
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