It was on through Melbourne and Gippsland visiting more relatives, and then to NSW, somewhere on the road up the coast we discovered a small Amish community, with a lovely store and restaurant, unfortunalely we had just eaten, and couldn't fit anything else in. Sydney, The Blue Mountains, The Olympic sites, it was just before the Olympics, Darling Harbour, where I ran into a friend who had lived in Bridgetown, and now resides in Esperance, which we hadn't been able to get too, as the roads were under water.
Went to Bowral, to the Bradman museum, that was great, visited some friends at Lake Haven and on up the coast and into Queensland. We didn't do any of the touristy things, like to Gold Coast, Movieworld, etc, but we did stop at Gympie, and spent several lovely days with Peter, Lyle and Margaret. Going to Montville was a highlight.
We only went as far north as Rockhampton, and then turned inland as Walter really wanted to go to Longreach, The Stockman's Hall of Fame, the Quantas museum, and Matilda Country.
We enjoyed some lovely evenings around campfires, especially when there was a bush poet, my favourite of these poems, is "The Damp Eyed Bloke", and of course there was always damper and billy tea.
We stopped one night on a property, by a bill-a-bong, purported to be the one from "Waltzing Matilda", whether is was or not it was a beautiful spot, and the stars were reflected in the still water, it was quite magic.
Yes that is me saying that, there are some really wonderful places out there, in the enormous country of ours, it's just the long, long stretches of nothing in between that I find too hard to handle.
I talked to Walter this morning, and he is quite disappointed with his sojorn in the north, the first two days were warm, and since then it has been cold and windy, so he hasn't left the house.
The first of the Polo people start arriving tommorow, so hope they bring some warmer weather with them, for his sake.
The only safe thing to take is a chance.