It was kinda sad to leave Black Man’s Creek, but when you’re out of supplies and miles away from a village then there’s not much choice. We were not game enough to start hunting for our own supplies and even then, even if I would’ve been able to capture a cow I have no clue how to turn that into yoghurt.
We take the dirt road back to the bitumen and get the bus covered in more dust.
Then we follow the road past trees and nice views.
Then we come to Bright, a nice village that signifies the start of the snow region. There are several ski shops and places to hire snow chains. There’s also a piece of art that catches Marjo’s eye.
When we leave Bright, the hills are turning into mountains.
Then we arrive at the Smoko campground where we see the same couple that we saw in Tasmania. Knowing that they love their generator and have found another couple that like that too plus have all their car doors open so they can hear the stereo better, we decide to search for a space as far as possible away. And we find a private spot right along the river.
The spot is in the middle of the trees and we all think it’s great to stay for a night.
Then, when I ask if the dogs want their dinner, they’re all ear.
A nice day.
Posted from Smoko, Victoria, Australia.
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